[center][h1][color=violet]Reylan[/color][/h1]
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Alone, Reylan sat on a bench in the middle of the festival grounds as cheerful music played in the background and merry people danced to its colorful tune. His elbows dug into his thighs as he leaned over them, hands clasped tightly together as he looked off into the distance. He had met up with Aster but instead of walking around the City and enjoying the festival, he asked her to look after Kyo while he searched for this bastard. Reylan hadn't really given Aster all that much of a choice before he ran off. His eyes kept reading the new chat among guilds, but no one had gotten sight of him.

After non-stop searching, Reylan finally accepted the fact that the killer, Valentine, had escaped the city. That is what up to this point with Reylan looking out of place with a serious look among the happiness around him. He had been so caught up in chasing this Valentine that he hadn't even sent out a message to the other members of the guild, so hesitantly he pulled up his menu:

[color=violet]"Legion of the Wolf. It pains me to say this but...Karma was murdered. I am not sure when, but this bastard named Valentine is responsible. His name tag is red, possibly black now, and if you see it anywhere...bring him in. We will find him and he WILL answer for his crime."[/color] He sent the message without a second thought, his anger and grief seeping into the words. A heavy sigh left him as he straightened his posture, looking towards the clear, blue sky. The weather was far too nice for today.

He slowly rose out of his sitting position, an almost blank expression on his face. There was nothing to be done. Nothing he could to bring Karma back and nothing he could to bring Valentine to justice right now. Still, he couldn't bring out the energy to enjoy the festival anymore. Instead, he would try to pick up a few of the special items that were for sale. The first item he had his eyes on was the 'Solace Cloak', it would be useful to have fighting at a distance. Few words were exchanged between him and the merchant who sold it, the energy to hide his feelings was failing.

The special arrows felt like they were just for him, as comforting as that could be. For that reason, he had no choice but to buy 40 of them. It would have been more but the two purchases left him with only 110 renn, which he had to save for food and drinks....though he really wasn't hungry even though he had little to eat so far today. The festival...lost its appeal to him so he decided to go back to the inn and work on the Guild's strategy for the upcoming Dungeon raid. It was tomorrow after all. He hoped that the rest of the guild could still find time to have fun today.