What had started as a celebratory feast full of food and music and laughter had taken a very dark turn.

After all the commotion and fighting you had gone outside for some fresh air to clear your head. As you walked through the gardens you could hear the distant sound of armour being removed.

You followed the sound to find Ser Criston Cole on his knees holding a dagger to his heart. As he looked at you you saw the pain and anguish and remorse in his teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry. .”