Parting
The caravan watches Faliol gallop off hard, with Jareek across the saddle. There are two passengers, but they are both light. There is every hope aid may come in three days, give or take. Most watch hopefully, but some, like Konnur, only sneer, "That's the last we'll see of hom, or the horse." Faliol turns, rears the horse and waves, riding off to distant aid.
The wagons are arranged for maximum cover.
Cas and Celeste finally finish Handle's grave. with great reverence, the body is laid into the ground, wrapped in the remains of his cloak. His weapons are gone, so they cannot be buried with him.
Konnur builds a cairn for Drummel, and though he remains silent in his grief, he will accept any help from anyone who offers.
As the bodies are finally interred, Borther Cadbury stands forth:
"Great Deus, spirit of the world, please hear our plea. Our brothers Handle and Drummel were cruelly and unjustly slain.
Handle was a young man who grew upon the streets of Tallon, a short life full of hardness and dedicated to survival.
Drummel wanted nothing more than to follow his brother. Now it must be his brother who follows.
Receive their spirits into that which moves all things and is eternal. May their spirits dwell unfettered and at one with all. May they find peace.
Gaia, guide them.
Chthon, receive them.
Patha, comfort them.
Prometheus, preserve them."
He waits a moment for any to say words over the fallen before completing the ritual.
This is point one for response. The narrative continues next thread, somewhat later. You may respond there as well, though it will be after these events.