A Eulogy for the Crazed

[Jumpy]

Maybe I should have ended it there.

Those were the words that lead to discussions and a lot of thinking from a certain young Rhoynish over the course of a few months. An internal struggle. A back and forth with friends on both sides on the fence before he finally came to a decision on one fated evening. Papers, pamphlets, mouth-to-ear, rumors. All of them were employed for a message to reach every corner of Osrona, nay, every corner of Esshar.

Elesius Soleis.

For taking the life of my dear sister and for hiding it from me for years, I hereby challenge you with my life and honor on the line. This is the decision I've made.

A direct challenge from Princess Alice ras Petrakis' betrothed, from Ilburg's Lorespeaker, from the Prince of the sands. In anticipation of a response the mark of Kofe's clan can be seen drawn on roads, etched on trees, and illegally painted on buildings around Osrona. To this, the young challenger assures he has nothing to do with it but offers to pay for the damages regardless.

[Jumpy]

The Ilian markings scattered across Osrona seem to vanish as months pass by and they are cleaned up. It seems quite obvious that whoever was making those markings had stopped. Not every war comes with a great revelation, not every battle is spoken of, and not every duel is made public for all to see. It's only by following a few clues that some individuals may assume that the duel between Kofe and Elesius has met a conclusion. How, you ask?

Hearing about a tale is much greater than reading about it.