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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 4462702" data-attributes="member: 34958">Eroll looks into the faces of Dartis and Silas and realizes that they speak the truth.  He walks quietly past, cradles Ulavree, and kisses the crone on the lips as she closes her eyes for the final time.  He then lifts her to the field that the group had fought the elves in, where Caramip and Sanmar still watch over the captured elves.The party watches silently as he works quickly, gathering enough firewood within an hour to make a mighty pyre.  The large man lights it with flint until the wood creates an eight-foot tall inferno, picks up his fallen love, nods to Sanmar, and walks into the flames without uttering a sound.  As you and the astonished elves watch him fall and the fire cover the two forms Sanmar murmurs, "And now two more are gone as they realize that the world is no longer a place for them.  Even if the Dorinthians survive this, they will no longer be the same people and their gods will either change or cease as do their most ancient beliefs.  What will we be at the end of this journey, I wonder?"</blockquote>