Syreena turned and drifted away, knowing that a few Grims would be glad he was gone, and most wouldn't care.
Grims,
Last night, a Grim was killed. Konro, who was a Supplicant, was killed by Breygrah Ragetotem of the Horns of Shu'halo.
A week ago, she challenged him to a Mak'gora, which is traditionally an honorable fight to the death.
There was no honor in last night's fight. Konro only had one arm at the time the challenge was issued. Most of the more serious things he did that prompted her to issue the challenge were not really done by him. He had no control over those. And she may have taken advantage of the fact that he still cared deeply for her.
Maybe he did drink too much and was too eager to fight.
Maybe he did have unpopular opinions about the current and former Warchiefs.
Maybe someday he would have been a great soldier of the Mandate, after the beast was gone and it was only Konro again.
He was a Grim. And he was my friend.
Syreena Shadowblade
But the little rogue couldn't help feeling, as she had felt about many Supplicants who never earned their rank, that The Grim had failed Konro somehow. They should have found help for him to expel the beast during one of the several times they had him locked in a dungeon.
Should have, and could have.... Too little, too late, now, she knew.
"Peace, Konro."