[RP] It wasn't me.
Thoughts run through Unar's mind of the events that have transpired during this trying day.
First Einnol, now Zorbels and Indygo. And the first news I hear of these tragedies is accusations of murder. Not since my days guarding the Fallen Star have I met so much loathing.
The very friends I would grieve with despise me. I wish I knew who had done this, but the very thought confounds me. How is it possible that so many honorable ones are mistaken? All I can do is wait.
