"Oh dear, Evellyn, the elves stole all your clothes!"

You grab the bundle of Evellyn's clothes the elves took from her, and start heading back to where the naked knight is hiding. As you walk, you look at it, and you can feel the sly grin appearing on your face. What if you tell her some of the elves got away with all of her clothes. Oh what a shame. You swiftly stash the clothes in some nearby bushes, and head back to her, holding nothing but her sword in its sheath.

As you approach you see Evellyn perk her head up behind the tree where you had left her. "Did you find the amulet? Did they have it!?" You shake your head. "Alas, they did not. Also, I regret to inform you that some of them managed to slip away.... with your clothes."

You can see her brow furrow, and her nostrils flare a little. You realize the corner of your mouth was likely curled way too far up in amusement for it to be a particularly convincing lie, but at least you can find some amusement in her embarrassment..

"You rat-bastard. I'm naked. Go catch them then."

"I wouldn't know where they might have gone. Elves are quick - they could be miles away by now."

Evellyn puts her face in the palm of her hand, and lets out a frustrated laugh, "you damn asshole! Wh- what have I ever done to you?"

"You tried to literally kill me, literally yesterday."

"Oh sure keep beating me over the head with that one."

"Well, I do feel entitled to some compensation. Some restitution, for.. mental hardship."

"...I try to skewer one thief on my sword, just once, and then I never hear the end of it."

"Don't you worry, milady. Eventually you'll be able to walk the streets again without looking like a stripper."

Evellyn hrumpfs loudly, wrapping her arms around her chest and hiding behind the tree trunk, but then seems to blank out a little, looking distracted. You presume that she's trying to think ahead, now that the amulet does not appear to have been with the elves. You try to prompt her to share her thoughts.

"So what do we do now?"

She thinks for a moment more. "Now that we've spent potential suspects, we need to find new ones. The only lead we have remaining... are the gasbomb containers that knocked out the guard captain. If we could deduce their origin we might find either the thier, or the person who provided them to the thief. The bombs are back at my mansion."

"How do we find out where they came from?"

"Maybe that thief of yours knows more."

Sayza.. Wait, now that she mentions it, you actually do remember she had a couple of gasbombs of her own stached in her home. It's a decent lead.

"Or... Maybe.." Evellyn sounds hesitant.

"Or maybe what?"

"We could.. Ugh.. We could ask Vanessa.."

"Vanessa, who's that?"

Evellyn turns around to look at you, keeping her body covered by the tree. "She's a local sorceress. I know her from during my studies. She could probably use her scrying spells to figure out the bombs' origins."

"You don't sound very enthousiastic about asking her though."

"Well, ... I'm just gonna be blunt about it: she's basically you. No, worse than you."

"... Nice. But is she really worse though? I mean no offence but right now you're stuck outdoors without any clothes."

"Yes. She's even worse." She spits out very emphatically.

"But with men instead?"

"Oh goodness no, she's pretty gay. Technically Bi, I think."

"I like her already"

Evellyn lets out a huff, and you see her clutch herself a little tighter behind the tree. "Yeah, you're not the one whose clothes she's enchanting to be see-through." She then glares at you, "Not that it'd matter right now... I've got nothing left to turn see-through."