Tara didn't say anything as the two spoke, she was quite a but more preoccupied with the horse than anything else.  She honestly wished she could get off the damned thing.  She squirmed as though she were hoping to get a bitter seat, but she didn't hold her breath.  Her eyes lifted though at the mention of the driver.<br/><br/>If nothing else, a good funeral would get her OFF the horse.  She nodded slightly, "I am sure the priests at the temple would be glad to bury him properly."  Her eye slit on the body of the driver and she frowned.  It was unfortunate that he had been unable to defend himself.  It was ironic, in a way, that he had an entire carriage of skilled warriors and still he had lost his life.