Nancy
Calina was puzzled, so many questions yet she could not come up with an answer.

"So I thought he was dead? Did you guys think he died and buried him alive? Even then, he would have ran out of air..." She was so confused on the set of circumstances that would even allow for this to even happen.

Guess in a weird way he was alive and not dead, nobody robbed his grave or took his body. Now came to what happened to him, how or why did he come crawling out like some sort of zombie? Falkreath already had an eventful day, this was the first time anything like this happened. Even then, she was surprised nobody during the burial process saw him breathing or anything in the matter. Did they just slap in a coffin and call it good before putting him in the ground? Was he a vampire? He would have died either way, Vampire's to her knowledge needed air too, but would go crazy from a lack of blood.
Geraldine
"I have my suspicions, but at the moment I only see one way to find the truth: to speak with Andral's family about the circumstances before his death. Depending on what kind of illness killed him, he may very well walk the earth at this moment... To my knowledge, his brother and eldest son buried him. I will need to investigate more. Should I require your aid, or discover new information, I shall relay it to you by way of courier."

*By now, the crowd of locals had gathered. Murmurs and questions and conversations. The guards were still holding them off, trying to keep the peace. And then, Kolgarth looked to one of them, standing close by, and spoke.*

"Langeir, I need you to inform the rest of the guard. For the time being, until the events that transpired here are fully understood, the temple is to be under watch during the night."
Pamela
*Langeir nodded and ran off in the direction of the barracks, leaving the Jarl, Captain Krowviir, Runil, and Kust beside the empty grave.*
Benito
Hoof beats in the distance slowly get louder, stopping initially at the Longhouse but then moved to the graveyard. A courier, bearing the symbol of Whiterun. "Captain Krowviir, I have urgent news. Jarl Balgruuf has been replaced, you must come to Whiterun immediately." The courier says in a hurried tone
Nancy
Calina froze, taking time to process the words just spoken to her.

"What...?" She asked, her tone dropping low.

"W-what... I-... Who-..." She was at a lost for words.

Never in her life would she ever think to hear that Jarl Balgruuf would be replaced, never like this. She was always hesitant to take long trips out of Whiterun, fearing that the whole city would burn if she was never there. But the one time Balgruuf had finally managed to convince her to take some time away from Whiterun, this happened? He loses the throne and someone now takes the title?

This had to be a trick, foul play, perhaps some sort of uprising. No... It was betrayal... Somebody had replaced him? But who?

Calina began to sweat, her heart began to beat, but she took a deep breath and calmed her nerves for now.

"Very well, I will return at once." She nodded.

She then turned the Jarl.
"I would wish to spend time here, but apparently some sort of sick joke is being played out in Whiterun. I'll let you know how things go until then, good luck with... Whatever happened here." She nodded.

She would quickly storm off, her fist balled with anger and her heart felt like a thousand needles were all piercing it at once. She however had to keep on a face, not now. It wasn't true. This was either some sort of joke played by the Jarl, but he would never do a joke like that. She knew that he knew that news like that would drive her insane. Perhaps she was already insane just thinking of the multitude of ways of how this came to be. So many questions, but she would have to see it to believe it. It would be a long ride back home, but she had hoped that whatever happened was not true. Not Balgruuf, the man she respected and had a sort of fatherly love for. She loved her real father but Balgruuf had that feeling when he talked to you.
Geraldine
*Kolgarth stood in silent contemplation of what had just transpired. He said nothing at first, only thinking of the day's events. A respected veteran's body was disinterred, perhaps on its own, and now claims that Whiterun was under a different Jarl. Part of him wanted to see for himself, to follow alongside Captain Krowviir. But for now, he had more urgent matters to tend to.*

"Kust. For now, dig up what's left of the coffin. I must have someone speak with the Noxilius family immediately. I fear their patriarch is back from the dead."