Fortune's Fool Upon Morning (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FvLLHr6NdK1MnEUafDAOcuYLsP_8IqxPGuUWZx0nc24/edit)<br/><br/>Fortune was perhaps one of the more striking members of this small party. His clothes were of white silks with a red jacket over the torso. Black ties held the front flap in place. The silken legs and arms billowed and hung freely off his appendages. However the left sleeve was missing the arm that accompanied it. That was because the man of twenty years had lost his arm. However it didn't dissuade his spirits nor did his personal stories in the past. What did disturb him was the carnage and death they found awaiting them upon following the smoke to it's source. Whatever celebration was to be had here was well and truly stamped out. Before considering to think of what caused this, they soon were waved down by a still breathing survivor. However, just from a glance it was only temporary.<br/><br/>Whilst Canticle rushed over to make sure the man was well and okay, even the charitable soul behind her could see that it was for lack of a better word a fools hope. The man was too badly damaged and he had not the ability to help him. He wanted to help but unfortunately all he could do is hear the dying words and accept them. Apparently he died wanting revenge for what the Thief King had done and found his prayers answered by complete strangers. He suspected he knew whom they were in his final moments. Still he would give comfort to the man and nods, extending his one hand to him joining Canticles own. Much like Canticle and Boba before him, the man spoke.<strong>"I swear to you, you shall have justice for what has been done here."</strong>The Thief King Zudak would not be enjoying his stolen goods but for now Fortune stayed with this man until he passed on finally, listening to the dying words for as long as he had the strength to give them.