Dykoria picked up Anroth's body, and carried him out the door. She followed Arawil, and met up with Lorin, who was surrounded by the children.
Dykoria gently laid his body down, and kissed his head. She arranged his body, he looked so peaceful.
"Why are you doing that, he's dead." A little girl came over to her.
"I am giving him a rangers farewell, he deserves this and more." Dykoria kissed his head again, and so did the girl. Dykoria gave a smile, and the girl ran back over to Lorin, who winked at Dykoria.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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