Remiel slowly ascended into consciousness. The first thought that came to his slowly-wakening mind was, "why am I wearing assless chaps?"*
Then the events of last night stampeded into memory, and he grinned a little guiltily. Peeling off the chaps, and giving them back to Trieste, he shrugged back into his own clothes and wandered out to see what the day would bring.
The news of Ryven's death spread quickly, and upon hearing it, Remiel fell to his knees. "Why is it always the beautiful ones who are the first to die?!?" he bawled, tears running down his cheeks, his hands outstretched toward the sky, as if demanding some divine explanation for all of the madness and chaos.
After he'd had a good cry, he stood up and blew his nose. "Too many people are jumping on the bandwagon too fast," he said. "I believe Lunarking is innocent, despite his accusations of me. My Izu-radar is going off," he added, "but I'm going to have to lodge of vote for Scott."
*Which is never a good thought to have when you're not sure what happened last night, where you are, or whose bed you are lying in.