Alistair heads down to the party to see if he could render some manner of aid, and by the time he gets there he realizes that the grand illusion is over for Greg. The party as a whole looks somber and Charlotte seems to be taking it worse than the others with her face buried in his chest sobbing. He let's Timothy pull her to her feet and lead her to the inn as the others are still frozen in place. Likely shocked by the mortality of the situation and the pangs of hopelessness they feel. Alistair can honestly say he feels the same way. The one man who had the best chance of molding the group into something resembling a team is dead and bleeding on a muddy street in a land they've never heard of before.<br/><br/>"Go inside...I'll clean him up and get him prepared for burial." You get the idea this isn't the first corpse he's seen, and probably won't be the last. "Have Joselyn send out some hot water and rags. Perhaps some clothes to bury him in."