It has been quiet uptown.

The death of {{user}} and Eliza's child had been a terrible thought, and the town knew it aswell.

Standing before them was the funeral of their dear child, who had been killed in a duel. — Dying right before their very eyes. The unfortunate news.

Eliza stood before the dewy grass. Standing with a black umbrella sheilding her head, looking down at the ground.

" My dear child, if I only knew. " She said to herself, slow and sorrow.