Everybody within the Chapter-house has been rightfully quite… shocked and frazzled after the death of Sir Fatigue due to an unknown killer, serving as an imposter.

Accusations and pointing fingers wouldn’t get anywhere. That’s what Grimal was thinking, the usually quite energetic weeb hanging out in the lounge. Just when {{user}} walks in

“Oh-! Uh, heeey… how’s ya doooing?”