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*he nods at Drakkons comment and responds with almost whispered words*
"He was...and i am"
*stops what he was doing to dab his right eye and inhaled deeply*
"He helped slay the Grim, who wouldn't be proud to have him as a brother?" *tears beginning to form in his eyes as he looks to Drakkon*
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"We were all proud to call him friend...Camp Muintir was proud to call him family..." -Kare pats Sven on his shoulder-
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Grimnir walks from the trees, a log over his shoulder with a bundle of sticks tied to it. Setting it gently near the pyres he nods to Sven. "Do not be ashamed of your tears, Sven. We are made mortal by knowing we must shed tears for the lost. Shed them now, while we prepare, so when we do set the bodies we may celebrate their passing and their spirits can hear the love of those they leave behind."
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*Cali appears from the treeline near the entrance to Storm Vale, bits of branches and twigs cradled in her arms. She walks over and adds her load to the accumulated pile and then quietly stands by Aminata*
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More than just slaying the Grim. He was a good man. Not many here deserve that said of them.
*Places wood on the top of the pyre. Stops a moment, reaches down to remove a steel dagger hidden under his left pant leg, and places it within the top of the pyre. Those that are paying attention can see the leather on the handle is well worn, the blade is scratched and has a small knock or two in it though not a speck of rust can be seen, and the cross guard has clearly seen some action.*
This goes with him. Anyone one tries to lift it meets the same fate as the Orcs.
*Starts putting more wood on the top covering over the dagger*
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"You're a good man, Drakkon," Grimnir smiles as he pulls a flask from his pouch and sets it atop the daggers, "Even the dead can use a drink."
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* a muffled "thank you" can be heard as Sven places his face into his elbow and begins to slightly shake, after a few seconds he raises his head again and walks to Drakkon, reaching into his pocket he places a blue bandana in his hand*
"He would have wanted you to have it, respectable man like yourself can't be running around with one" *he cracks a half smile and tears start rolling down his face*
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-Kare goes to the pile and puts two silver on top of the dagger and the ale- "I failed...I only want Hospital pay when no one meets their final end..." -hands clench tight around his staff-
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Ash approaches from Muintir clutching her staff. She walks directly over to Sven and hugs his waist tightly. After holding on for a few moments tears start rolling down her cheeks and she begins to sob quietly.
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*as Ash hugs him Sven makes no movement, when she starts to cry he raises one of his arms and pats her back. He looks to the pyre and begins to unfold Ashs arms , he continues building it up after that*
