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They took my Lina, .. My Soren away.. My Breanna.. I have nothing left, nothing worth living for..

He proceeds with his plan, he tightens the nuse, as tight as it can go. Without thinking anything after, jumps.

There he was, hanging by a tree next to a rock, near the Castle. His lifeless body dangling from atop one of its many branches.

The body is very recognizeable, that of Saradomin Meranwyn. His belongings all stacked neatly next to the tree.

An elf in grey robes passes by in the mists of the early morning, stops, looking up. As usual lately, no expression can be noticed on his face, the rings under his eyes and the greyish face color indicate that he had very few rest lately. The silver grey eyes scan the body and the surrounding things, analyzing the situation seemingly, categorizing, quickly finding the definition "suicide". His eyes do not even widen a bit recognizing that.
"If the solution to everything else would be that easy, we all would definitely have short lifes." Even the dry voice, talking to the dead man as if he would understand, seems to totally lack emotional aspects.
Assuming that someone else will take care of this affair, Damien walks on, his thoughts clearly focussed on something seemingly more important.