Jokes and shenanigans punctuated the night, the villagers attempts to keep a light atmosphere going during a war sustaining them. They banded together, moving from place to place in a group to make sure they stayed safe, but one person stayed behind.
Dawn broke over the once beautiful city.
Gareth's body was laid out in the street, badly mutilated. If there was a fight, he didn't put up much of one - his knife was unsheathed, his body covered in stab wounds and severe burns, flesh and armour burned away, melted from what could only be an acidic spell. Very little on his person survived the attack, except for a few papers, stating opinions of the sort that get one killed. He was, in fact, a Trakovite, a small, radical group of rebels who believe that Shaping is dangerous no matter who wields the power, and his death, bloody and merciless, showed the dedication which he showed towards the cause.
Day 2