Rune's Anguish

(A semi-short story about Rune grief over Corvus's death and her role in it. Interactable)

A Whimper in the Night
Rune sat on the bar stool with a bereaved expression on her face. Bars really weren't her thing, but she didn't know where else to go for the time being. She hadn't been drinking; instead she'd been ordering glasses of chocolate milk. She stared down at the brownish liquid, her hands on the sides of her head. "He's dead....because of me..." she thought. A tear fell from her face into the milk, causing Rune to pull her face back in surprise. She hadn't even felt the tear on her face. Her eyes began to well up with more tears, causing her vision to become blurry. "I killed him...."

(OOC: Bring in some of your characters if you wish, (human characters, please), and have a chat with Rune. Make her feel better, make her feel worse, it's up to you)