<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1v6AUAB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Helena "Mead" Winterbelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Calanthe, others in the cabin.<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Pyre or Bust<br/><hr/>Mead ran her hands about the body of the<del>absolute unit</del>Hobgoblin Leader, and upon finding nothing of interest beside the sword pommel, took the blade and whatever cloth she could from the corpse, wrapped it up, and tied it to her pack. She then made her way over to the cabin, just overhearing her draconic comrade. Looking up towards Calanthe, she gave her an apologetic look. "If you can do it quick, pile 'em up and give them a pyre. Otherwise, it's too dangerous to bury them. The fucker that ran off might be going to get some more friends, so we shouldn't stick around longer than absolutely necessary."