Yeah... Guess it won't take long to work out where everyone was.
I don't suppose you noticed anything that night, involving Kon?
I don't suppose you noticed anything that night, involving Kon?
It's fine. I can't guarantee I would've noticed anything, either.
[Well, it's the evening and Zelgadis couldn't even bring himself to go somewhere to drink. He's just out on a bench somewhere, looking absolutely hollow and miserable. A pile of black and blue flower petals are on the ground around his feet.
He glances up to see Rynlan, and looks back down to his feet.]
... I don't understand what... why any of this happened.
He glances up to see Rynlan, and looks back down to his feet.]
... I don't understand what... why any of this happened.
There must have been something I could have done...
Someone larger...
[he's staring into space, just thinking about that.]
[he's staring into space, just thinking about that.]
Kon must have taken the picture of the costumed onlooker to point it out to us...
... Is it too late...?
[His hand clenches into a fist.]
[His hand clenches into a fist.]
[Zelgadis is just in his normal clothes, though he's pulled the hood up. He appears to be doing fine, but he looks over with sympathy.]
You all right? Maybe we can find some warmer clothes around here...
You all right? Maybe we can find some warmer clothes around here...
Sorry...
[there is a look of immediate regret on his face.]
Do you want to borrow my cape? I don't get cold that easily, so...
[there is a look of immediate regret on his face.]
Do you want to borrow my cape? I don't get cold that easily, so...
[He nods.]
It's fine. I'm not exactly at risk of frostbite.
[So he removes his cape and drapes it over Rynlan's shoulders. And gives his shoulder a little pat, while he's at it. To Zelgadis's credit, he at least has a long-sleeved shirt on under the cape (it's the same plain off-white colour that everything else he wears is).]
It's fine. I'm not exactly at risk of frostbite.
[So he removes his cape and drapes it over Rynlan's shoulders. And gives his shoulder a little pat, while he's at it. To Zelgadis's credit, he at least has a long-sleeved shirt on under the cape (it's the same plain off-white colour that everything else he wears is).]
Come on. Let's find some shelter.
[Hopefully there's warm clothes or blankets there, too.]
[Hopefully there's warm clothes or blankets there, too.]

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