Even as Tavah beheaded the steed, he could see though his peripheries as his companions made short work of the rider.  He could only watch with displeasure as both fell dead before even hitting the ground.  Without the sound or sight of further threats the barbarian felt the wave of fatigue replace the exhilaration of adrenaline leaving him breathing heavily and feeling drained.  It also brought clarity of thought to him that for the first time made him feel a little homesick.<br/><br/>The disgraceful warrior had been granted the good death that he did not deserve.  Had Tavah been fighting along his kindred rather than his current companions, there would have been no need to communicate their intentions.  They would have acted in concert with him to detain the dishonorable warrior in order to make him suffer in life rather than give him the glory of death on the battlefield.  It weighed even more heavily upon him since it was once of his own that suffered that man’s treachery.  At least as close as he is likely to find in this ‘civilized’ world.  All Tavah could do was feel the rainwater runnel down his face as he watched it dilute the crimson pool before him knowing that justice would not be dealt this night.<br/><br/>Tavah had been largely oblivious to the conversations going on around him.  At that moment they were no more important than the sound of the rain striking the earth.  Only when he heard the half-orc woman’s voice did it snap him out of his introspection causing him to whip his head in her direction.  His eyes were wide in surprise to see her alive and relatively well despite a wound that surely should have taken her life.  Only when he realized Ebirc standing over her did he piece together the blanks that he had overseen during his rage.  A wolfish smile spread across his lips, feeling a strong sense of gratitude towards the cleric for his quick reaction and even quicker kindness.<br/><br/>“I agree." He said while cleaning off his sword before sheathing it.  His breathing just now starting to recover from the aftereffects of his battle lust.  “Words can be exchanged more comfortably inside the tavern where the rest of us can enjoy what the place has to offer.”  Tavah’s inquisitive gaze went to Ebiric before transitioning to his patient.  “Are you well enough to walk?”