Awyrgan stood silently for some time before moving. Eventually he prodded himself into action. Stooping down to the slight man's level he spoke softer. "I will carry him." Calumdril nodded, seemingly grateful for a chance to catch his breath.
Awyrgan was broad and supposedly powerfully-built, but Thorgil was not a light man. Still, the limp frame offered little resistance as the ranger gently slung the dead man over his shoulders. Turning his back on the hated clearing he strode off with Calumdril in his wake.
They walked in silence for some time, each lost in their own thoughts. Awyrgan could not read the mind of his companion, but his own thoughts circled on how to best break the news to the town. For the leader of those supposedly responsible for the saftey of the settlement to suddenly appear dead could cause the people to lose faith. Still, it would be just as wrong to keep a secret from them. Not being familer with the villagers Awyrgan was unsure how to break the news to him. Besides, it was not his place.
Tane would have to be notified, the obvious choice to replace Thorgil. Borgand would have to be told as well. As they drew closer to the settlement Awyrgan turned to Calumdril. "We'll take him to Borgand's. Then I have to find Tane."
[ November 09, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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