{[ 🌾 ]} - "Mourning."

Kenadian sat in the middle of the meeting room. Just staring at nothing, his head down low as he sat in the empty space of the former bustling meeting room... He wanted to say the incident didn't affect him. But it did.

It hurt. Badly.

It hurt walking around the farmers district, looking at the dead emptiness of silence as the same five survivors walked around like ghosts. It hurt seeing his list of farmers go down from sixty to five.

It hurt marking each and every one of his farmers as deceased... It hurt being the only survivor after the mafia raided them... All because of the warriors who refused to help.

And so, being the only one in the meeting, barely anyone left to walk in on him... He rested his elbows on the meeting room table, putting his hands to his face as he sobbed. The grief and loss finally getting to him despite his friendly and wise demeanor...

He remembered everything. The way he begged and spam called the warriors to help them during the raid, the way nobody came... And the way each and every one of them died. Laufeyfan... Plat0nic... Everyone.

He couldn't lose his only members left. So he kept a determined face... But now, with him left in the meeting room. The leader sobbed in his arms as the loss and grief got to him.

He didn't even know if Purpled was going to be brought to justice for his actions... Horace seemed to give up on even lecturing him, setting him free of the actions he's done... All sixty of his members. Dying for nothing...

He was devastated.