Servian and his men didn't linger long in the castle, only long enough to grab several tankards of mead and then back out toward the now empty courtyard where the pig roast had been held. The Servants were still cleaning, and seeing the gore covered men, as they marched up, their dead freind carried on their shoulder and a Troll head to boot, they clear the way.<br/><br/>Greyhawk's body was laid upon a table and the men started to drink heavily and sing the songs of their ancestors. Servian cauterized the trolls head on the still hot coals of the pig roast's fire, just in case the myths of Troll's regenerative powers were true; in his experience they were just wives tales, but in the case of Trolls you simply didn't take chances.<br/><br/>The men drank into the morning, making up for the lack of mead they didn't drink the night before, and as breakfast was being severed in the Castle, they finally drank themselves unconscious, huddled around the table with their dead friend's body starting to stink in the morning sun, not that any of them noticed, they were all still covered in Troll guts and Kennith's intestines.