<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ethan was weary, and dirty, and needed a bath, but that would have to wait. The battle for the fort had been brutal, but victory had come. He'd gone for days on adrenaline, what was another couple of hours? He bit into an apple as he entered the courtyard, dirt and blood still on his armor and weapons, and he took a look around. Hours before, this had been a place of carnage and death, noise and activity. Now it was a silent place of carnage and death, the souls of the departed weighing on his mind. War was hell.<br/><br/>Seeing the table and smelling something better than standard fare made him realize just how hungry he was.<br/><br/>Hearing Myra's comment about the funeral, Ethan chuckled.<br/><br/>No funeral for us, this is likely our victory and send off feast he said to her, approaching the table.