Together, the monks, the knight and the sergeant exited the provisional dining-hall, making their way for the memorial-well, before which the fallen had been arrayed. Following the four were the rest of the outpost's inhabitants, even commander Kurze, having lost a leg last night, supported by two of his men and ignoring the irate advice of sister Elia, appeared.<br/><br/>Turning back to the monks, the dead behind him, Morr spoke, for all to hear "All you gathered here, rejoice, for the honored brothers Zato and Valetni are ready to grant their service to the fallen."<br/>Nodding at the two, Morr took his place besides his weibel, only once casting a glance at commander Kurze.<br/><br/>Understandable that the man wanted to be present. He himself would have preferred to properly bury his own soldiers at the pass. Unfortunately, them having forcefully been branded deserters, they never received that honor, which had forced him to walk there himself, still quite wounded.<br/>It took him weeks to bury each of the two hundred, with him still lacking both stone and wood to properly mark their graves, each of them resting namelessly.