The city guards of Galadon all march solemnly out of the Blood Tribunal Hall, black armbands displayed prominently on their right arms.


Trumpets sound and a low dirge can be heard over the murmurings of the crowds.


The tiny body of the Vindicator is carried aloft a troop of special guards wearing crimson robes.

The procession leading north around the park and disappearing into the Galadon Graveyard.

Har's and Yar's echo ominously from the Eastern Road, and the veteran villagers rub their shackle scars.

Cheers and "cat" calls echo from the bushes, unseen predators licking their claws at the thought of the demise of the Vindicator.