turned into a boar, but he bets it was a certain witch, a Reachwoman. He was drinking at the inn, and among the last things he remembers is seeing her.
The guard at the gate let me in despite the hour, and said I had better hurry to the census office in the wall in the center of town to get certified travel papers or I won't be able to stay at the inn. I found it just before dark, and they made an exception after accepting a bribe. Perhaps the most ethical bribe I've ever made - as I was leaving, the captain told the two guards and records clerk he was buying them dinner and a bottle of Colovian brandy with my hundred
septims as compensation for staying late.
I have had dinner at the inn. One man remembers the boar, who used to be a hunter - called him a braggart and said he got thrown out for being too drunk. He said he didn't pay too much attention to the hunter before he got thrown out, but there's a local witch named Aygme who might know how to turn him back.
It's a little early still but I am going to go to sleep.