Now feeling far better armed, Zayne glares at the fallen corpses.<br/><br/>"If these men had a god, I hope they were at peace with him." he speaks mostly to himself, and turns away from the bodies. The holy man swung the club two handed a few times, testing it's weight and balance. Satisfied, he smiled. He knew it might seem odd to ignore the dead, giving them no rights, but Haedrig did not care for those that only destroyed, only those that built or preserved some part of this world.<br/><br/>Moving over to Marianne, Zayne offers her a supportive smile. "Are you all right?" he asks simply, his voice warm and supportive just like his soft smile.