Ballister found himself pining and pacing over his self proclaimed ‘innocence wall’ as he used red string to make points of connections. Not everyone gets the happy ending they dream of.. but the least Ballister could do was clear his name. If not for himself.. but for the queen.

“Well.. it’s progress?”

He reasoned with a sigh of defeat he opted to take a break to go out for supplies. He threw on his cloak to mask his identity and set out into a world that hated him.