Highfall, Naldagor.

Stars gazed down on the city of Highfall, a human-built city, made for interracial trading.  The last stragglers headed for home, the last merchants closed up their shops, the gamblers and thieves came out from hiding, one particular thief,  Vanng by name,made his way to the Highfall Citadel.  Vanng, a human, sneaked past the guards and got past the security system with ease, he was an expert thief.  He made his way down to the vaults; deeper and deeper he went, down into the cliff on which Highfall resides.  The security was much more of a challenge down here, the passage was labyrinth, the traps were lethal, some magical.  Finally, he unlocked a massive iron door, and entered the vaults, and there it was, the Ancient Staff.  He took it, and stole back up to the surface, where he was almost spotted by a dwarf guard.  His accomplice, Dan, looked at the Staff, he nodded.  The two thieves escaped into the night.

The next morning, the patriarch of the city was told of the robbery, he then told the rest of the world, the theft of the Ancient Staff.