Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-7262318-20170725222914

Edwin was buried late last night. Bagarok, Donnel, and a few of the palace workers being the attendees. The rock man was the one who decided against having a big ceremony. He knew Edwin hated those kinds of things.

Once everyone had left, Bagarok stayed near the grave all night, clutching onto the last earthly possession of the deceased; his healing staff. He was still there this morning, sitting quietly near the grave and holding onto the staff, miserably holding onto all that remained of Edwin.

It had only been one night alone, and Bagarok barely made it through. And it terrified him to tears, the thought of going on through life now without a friend like the healer. He wouldn't be able to do it, he thought. He'd be torn to shreds buy a few townsfolk in seconds for his appearance. Or he'd have to fight them all off.

"I'm not going to be okay, Edwin," He muttered, woefully.