Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160615114214/@comment-29458028-20160624150155

Fionn decided to close the eyes of the fallen men, for those who died with their eyes opened. He knelt down, and again repeated the sorrowful lament he said earlier when he defeated Frandar Hunding, with a few modifications to account for the plurality of the fallen.

"Let's cremate their bodies in the temple, and store it there. It becomes their tomb. These men were no less brave than the sword singer I fought" noted Fionn as he started to shift the bodies into the temple. A wave of tiredness was starting to hit him, as he felt his magicka waver - it meant the assimilation had begun, and the magicka in his body was beginning to mix. It would cause his magicka levels to dip temporarily.