Easing into your drinks, you study Greycane. He had been Oathsworn himself once. The last survivor of his Free Company, he had earned a second chance and he had taken it. You have learned, few things can faze the fableman, yet the askance look he is giving you tells you he is uncomfortable. After a moment, he masters himself and heads over to your table. "I… wanted you to hear this from me, before you hear it from anyone else… the King is dead. The boy was found with his throat slit but a few days back. Reports say a female assassin was involved. I looked into it myself. I can't tell for sure, but I think it was Elanna." You only half listen as Greycane presents the rest of his evidence, in your heart you know he is right. The murder could not have come at a worse time, it is as though all these events have been layered one atop the other to bring Verum to its knees.

The boy had the makings of a good King. Verum's chances are that much slimmer now he is gone. Such is the way of the Deepwood though, good things die to be replaced by something much worse. An unusual sensation creeps over you. Guilt. You deal with death daily as Oathsworn and your choices have led to many ends, both good and bad. You cannot afford to second guess yourself and stay sane as a member of a Free Company, yet your inability to stop Elanna in that alley plays over and over in your mind.