Jorgan smirked slightly with mischief in his eyes. He stood up and Force pulled one of the humungous cans of fuel over to him he thrn proceeded to dump it all over the bodies. Once he was sure that they would all burn he pulled a box of plain old matches from his pocket to which Skye looked disapproving. He lit one of the matches and with a childish giggle backed away before tossing the match onto the bodies. He had been a bit close to the Mayor's body, his free hand having disappeared into his own robe before he backed away. He grinned mischieviously for a second as the bodies burst into flames then his face sombered to an appropriate expression. "May they have passed on painlessly and become one with the Force." He intoned solemnly. Skye echoed him then took him by the arm dragging him to the speeder. When Connmar joined them they flew off back towards the village.