<div style="text-align: center">《 Anise and Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume gates; outside<br/>
Addressing: Ezra, Kennedy, others.. </i>​</div><br/><br/>"We can consolidate if we decide we don't want to carry two bags," Anise said, watching as  Armando moved to speak with Kennedy. Her eyes darted to the carriage and the wrapped up human shape. Undoubtedly Brian, and she frowned. He was still be discarded outside of the gates, still a name on the list. Disposable to Abendblume.<br/><br/>It wasn't lost on her that her brother didn't really answer her question, but with the body and<i> shovels </i>showing up, she was a bit distracted.<br/><br/>Armando motioned for the gate to be opened and the driver balked. He shook his head.<br/><br/>"I'm not going out there," he told Armando.<br/><br/>"We're not carrying him," Armando said flatly, the two men staring at one another. "Then move! Wait here." He had the driver step down, then took his place to gather up the reins. Did he know what he was doing? Not exactly, but arguing would take longer. He took Kennedy's direction, trying to find a space where the roots wouldn't give them too much trouble, but not too far from the gate. He moved the horse along at a walk, slow and careful, until he could stand him close to where they needed to be. He offered those a shovel that wanted to dig, his excuse for waiting that he wanted to make sure they got back to abendblume. Really, he was sitting atop the carriage and keeping a watchful eye on the forest.<br/><br/>Anise elbowed her brother in the side and started after Kennedy.<br/><br/>Kennedy set the tone by grabbing the first shovel.<br/><br/>"Did you<i>ask</i>him to do this?" Anise wondered as she moved to grab a shovel as well. Digging a grave would take a single man all night.<br/><br/>"Are you serious right now, Kennedy?" someone's voice out in, hand on their hip. "He's dead! That's a waste of time. Time we don't have."<br/><br/>"You just going to sit there? You're the one who got him killed in the first place," someone else accused, directing his attention to Armando.<br/><br/>The man put a finger to his lips, then reclined in a fashion that said yes, he was going to just sit there. Better that someone was watching their ass in case something went down. He'd emptied his magazines to hand off to Kennedy but had kept the two chambered rounds. That wouldn't do them much good if they gained the attention of a herd. He hoped there wasn't anything more than a few straggling necros that he could dispatch with his knife. No doubt Dan was watching, and Rebel turned up eventually also.