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Thirty days of skipping turns, during which Kiven lured the naive adventurers, finally bear fruit.
The guys are just leaving school, cheerfully joking about this and that, when an "unfamiliar" silhouette appears out of thin air and cuts down Sir Tyros.
Kiven retreats, exiting the battle, and then joins the chorus of voices, attracting the attention of the guards.
"Tyros is dead! Bastards!" he shouts, shaking his fist, while his comrades hold back the fearsome enemy at the cost of their lives.
As the din of the guards and townsfolk fades in the distance, the scout leans over the elf, shielding him from the noise of the battle and prying eyes, and provides first aid to the best of his modest abilities. The unfortunate man's heart has stopped, so he will have to perform an autopsy and replace it with a new one; there's nothing he can do about it. After that, he loots the other friends, as their belongings shouldn't fall into the hands of street thugs.