He paused at the edge of the common square, and dropped all his obvious defenses, before heading over to a badly weathered statue, just a humanoid lump of rock, and a blank slate in front of it. Time had not been kind to his memorial statue, celebrating his solo crusade against the ravaging orcs. Not that he personally minded, but it made a good excuse as he knelt down, and brushed the slate, as if it had just gotten a lot of dirt in the letters and a bit of wiping would bring the words back.