"Agreed Octar, we need to press on with our journey. When that is settled we can return. And lest we forget, we have this rare spearpoint that belonged to Sergius. We should study this piece some more too, I have seen magical weapons before, but somehow it seems that this piece means more to sergius than any orther 'common' magical weapon.
Let us break our fast before we ride, it is a good day to travel and we can put quite some distance between us and this dreadfull night"
~Dhormium turns in midcentence, the loss of Nathaniel's life and nearly his own still rattles him. He walks over to the small dieing campfire and starts prodding at the embers so he can warm up some water. Reaching over for his pack he retrieves some cheese~
"It's not good to grieve with and empty stomach lads, come sit with me and I’ll share with you my cheese, it's the finest cheese we have in The Hold."
ooc: corrected the name of the fallen comrad, thanks Thomas Hobbes