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</div>Elias stepped from the farmhouse juggling three cups of coffee.  A hazelnut brew that he'd brought with him, but until now had lacked a coffee maker to use the coffee beans in.  He wasn't sure if Idris or Kepler drank coffee, but if not, he could reheat it for later.  At first, his eyes were focused on the wall, trying to figure out how to add a parapet or rampart to it.  A simple wall was good enough when it came to defending against the undead.  He'd yet to see them try and climb a wall.  But human attackers could.  Havenshire needed a better defense against human marauders.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he neared the gate that he realized that something or someone had Idaris' attention and that Kepler had stepped outside the walls.  Elias coughed discretely as he approached.  Idaris and Kepler were military, which meant it was a good idea to announce his approach.<br/><br/>"Oh, my!" he exclaimed when he saw the horse and the girl.  So he hadn't imagined the two of them the other day.  He averted his eyes as Kepler administered the death blow to the little girl.  Kepler had made the right decision, but that didn't make it any easier to watch a child die in that manner.<br/><br/>"Do you have a shed where you keep tools, such as a shovel, lieutenant?" he asked as he handed her one of the cups of coffee.  "The child needs a proper burial."