Originally Posted by Druid Notebook
[This is an ancient notebook, whose ink is faded and pages are starting to crumble. It's not easy, but some words can still be made out]

How do you describe events like these? An accident? A tragedy? The cruelty of fate?
It does not matter. Isobel is dead.

I can't remember what happened with any clarity. We were negotiating. She with [...] I led the druids. [...] words grew heated [...] threw the first punch. It was mayhem.
[...] stared at me, my glaive's blade buried in her stomach and shock in her eyes. I can't believe she wanted to hurt me. It was pure instinct - the heat of combat.

[...] washed the blood from my hands. My glaive was still there, coated in her blood, but something else felt different. There's a sickness in the blade. It seems cursed, but by whom? Selune herself?

It is locked away now. I do not trust its power in the wrong hands. And I never want to see it again.

How tragic, poor Halsin...


Originally Posted by Noelle666
Also, I heard that originally he stopped drinking because after the death of Isobel he was drinking a lot, to drown his sorrow and depression, and some time after he decided it needs to be stopped.

I kind of hope this isnt true because I really wanna see the silly obnoxious drunk version of Halsin he says he is. Him getting drunk, singing badly and being all lovey dovey for Tav would be funny.