A minor obituary
To the few who knew him, it will come as little surprise that the failed adventurer and sometime card-player Lepus Pox recently died in his room at the Leilon Arms. It seems that his poor health finally caught up with him, and he passed away in his sleep: it is suspected his already weak condition was exacerbated by a festering wound, received at the hands of an elfish mercenary on Rilara.
The evening before he finally kicked the bucket, he was heard feverishly muttering something about the importance of finding an enchanted blade, and something about ‘evil warriors trying to drown Eru in the pond’ … but otherwise there was little sense to be extracted from his ramblings.
To the best of his knowledge, he leaves no heirs, and the closest thing to a will is a brief sentence on scrap of phlegm-coated paper, expressing his desire that his worldly possessions be donated to the war effort.
//cheers to the people I RP’d this character with & may you live long and prosperous/ short and glorious (delete as appropriate) lives.