Bumbol Woodstocks End

[Bumbol Woodstock]

Bumbol Woodstock sits in his house alone now. Viola is gone now. He takes several gulps of her last bottle of brandy and weeps. He is alone, his close friends are gone. He has nothing left to live for. His lover has gone to another realm. His best friend has left without a word.
He grabs one of his old daggers and slits his wrists.