Ever since the day before, Kaathe had been returning to who he was before. As a templar, barely anyone cared to know who he was, and if they did, they'd barely find anything. He was a forgettable dark elf that was simply 'there.' When not performing tasks given by the leader he was assigned to (or in this case, went along with), then he was wandering around the town in silence. The previous night, he did just that. He wandered the streets, looking at everything with a lack of interest. There was only one interesting sight that caught his attention. A figure had passed him for a moment. The moonlight wasn't enough to completely reveal their appearance, but Kaathe managed to catch a few details. Their eyes, their hair...small things that wouldn't damn a person for anything. The figure ran as if they would be damned, though. Their posture and speed indicated that they were fleeing out of fear, and Kaathe had only chuckled at the sight. The rest of Kaathe's night was spent wandering some more, and resting against a wall.

When the morning came, Kaathe had used his money to buy bread and water, after finding a small place to bathe. He found a corner to sit down and eat. As he ate, the dark elf listened. He eavesdropped on the street conversations, focusing on this and that. It seemed that a majority of the conversations were about the king and his condition that seemed to be getting worse and worse. These same conversations had been talked about the day before, so Kaathe had little interest in them. It was nothing but the same lot of fools worrying about the state of an old leader, rather than what that leader's heir may do.

Kaathe had almost given up on trying to find an interesting rumor to listen to...until one stood out. It wasn't that different in terms of content, but the ones who spoke it held a firm worry in their voices. The type of worry that meant that they truly believed it. The rumor was that King Gregor was dead. He was murdered, in fact, by an unknown person. The guards were searching the castle and its grounds, and the servants were worried that the killer was still around.

Kaathe sighed and finished his breakfast. He would have to confirm the accuracy of the rumor with Evelynn. He got up and made his way to the castle. The dark elf hadn't spoken to his captain since yesterday, so he sped up. It would be bothersome if he had to be scolded by his captain for not reporting. It was easy to navigate his way to the castle, as it was literally the grandest structure nearby, but when he got near, he slowed to approach the gates.

They were closed. Of course they were closed. No one seemed to be around, so they couldn't be opened. If the king really had been murdered, then it made sense that they kept it closed. Problem was that Kaathe cared less. He simply sighed, and ran onto them, before climbing over to land inside the castle grounds.

With all the commotion, Kaathe found it easy to move past the castle guards. In truth, their tactic of gathering everyone in one place was idiotic. Had the murderer still been there, they'd have found a way to escape long ago.

Kaathe was unfamiliar with the layout of the castle, so he simply wandered about. He found himself in the courtroom, where many had been gathered. It was there that he was set upon by castle guards. Apparently they had a bias against dark elves, because he had simply entered, and they came running to him with hands on the hilts of their weapons. They screamed out that he was to be tried under the suspicion of murdering the king.

"[color=0054a6]My my...accusing everyone in such haste? How idiotic of you.[/color]"