Tristan turned to her, watching her body language and listening.<br/><br/>"I knew what they did," he said softly, "But... stories and words are just not the same.  I've... I've learned much today.  And I will not soon forget any of it."<br/><br/>He looked over, watching as the last warriors withdrew from the ruined village and began to return to the boats.  He'd seen a few battles, always from the safety of the king's camp, but he'd been there to watch the cheering and jovial way the knights had returned from victory.  There was none of that here today.  Joy at being alive, at defeating such evil, yes... but the grim pall of the Shadowspawn's evil clung to everything here still.  The tang of flesh faint but inescapable in the air as the last of the enemy dead were carried into the fires and the last of their own fallen were brought to the boats.<br/><br/>"A hero's tomb," Tristan said as his thoughts drifted to his lips unbidden, "In Heute, I'll see to it..."