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[!] A message would be posted around the city. [!] "Esteemed citizens of Regalia, I denounce all of my past statements defending a certain Mister Godrun. I no longer support him nor do I support his actions, and I applaud the honorable House Nordhjem for ridding themselves of the interloper...

A thin pale hand reached through the cell, outstretching, reaching, fingers clutching a small tail, the little creature shrieked and flailed before it was dropped into its iron prison, a beat of pause before a dark, predatory beak snapped upon the mouse. It’s tiny shrieks falling on deaf ears...

The wind was gentle, yet there was the occasional howling breeze in the air. The sky was dark with stars dotted among the night sky, which is normally the time where most of the people in Regalia would be asleep. Only the crunching of footsteps against the snow-coated street could be heard...

The crunching of leaves and the light breeze of the wind that was blowing through the forest. Birds singing as the sun started to climb up over the horizon. Flowers blooming in response to the sun’s awakening. Along those, the crunching of grass beneath footsteps. They were at a slow tempo...