He watched his former ally vanished in divine fire, and watched the power vanish with the paladin, the great balance of the universe slowly seeking to right itself. He didn't move, only watching the ashes being consumed, and then staring at the charred ground where Borval had lain, only the remains of the sword revealing that someone had died here. He didn't move for a long moment, before reaching down, his hand in the ashes, and after a moment, a simple tombstone rose, listing on Borval's name, and that he had been a paladin for Helm. After a moment of consideration, he added another inscription under that one.<br/><br/><em>'Here fell Borval, once beloved of Helm, and leader of the Heroes the Battle of Jorir Crater, where the last of the Band of the Desperate Twelve fell in Verdelet's Citadel. Forgotten and cursed to burn, cursed with power beyond what a mortal could handle, he wandered, searching for one strong enough to fell him. Here he finally found the rest he so desperately sought. May Helm forgive him for failing to bring his companions back home safely.'</em><br/><br/>He stared at the simple tombstone, knowing that all of the Desperate Twelve deserved far more than this, but it was all he could think of for the man that had never flinched during the desperate quest to save the world. Done, he sighed, and then turned and limped toward his new companions, feeling far more tired than that fight should have made him.