<strong>Louis Blanc</strong>, Outside the Foggy Carriage (#3), [Louis Blanc, Viktor Martin]<br/><br/>Louis was a coward, that's true. He had spent most of the fight beneath the carriages, hiding from the soldiers, and the arrows, and his duties. But when Viktor hopped out, he saw a way to redeem himself. The man was chanting something dark, and then the mists began to spread. Surely if he slipped his blade into this conjurer...this agent of the demons and devils...they would forgive him for being afraid.<br/><br/>"What are you," he screamed, the sound loud enough for everyone to hear, as he charged the unarmed nobleman. His first strike wounded Viktor in the arm; that's when he realized who he had attacked. Before then it could have been anyone. A Falkovnian perhaps? His mind was not thinking straight. That's what he would claim, in defense.<br/><br/>"I'm so, so sorry, Viktor. Please? Please forgive me!" The man dropped his bloodied sword, and fell back on his knees, crying now. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again, and then in the dense fog, he looked back up at Viktor, a strange thought in his head. "Wait...the mists...how did you..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Again, this guy is dead. When everyone arrives, he will be lying on the floor with Viktor's crossbow bolt in his chest.