Lizt rubbed tired arms. She limped over to Alois's still form and used her index and middle finger to close the dead man's eyes. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then stood up. "Those huntsmen were men of the Jarl's. From Hirot. It's the Jarl who's after us. I can't think why, though." She gestured to Alois. "Alois would want his things returned to his family. He'd also want a proper burial. It seems wrong to leave him here in the wild, untended. I don't know about you lot, but I need to rest before I can do much walking. Could we stay a bit in the burial mound antechamber, maybe?" Lizt eyed Alois, his helm, cape, polearm, and his meager belongings. "I can't help but think that his things would be useful to us. I think we should drag him inside the antechamber. I don't want any of his things, but maybe someone else does. Anything that's left, I'll carry home to Hirot for his family. After we deal with the Jarl, though."