The aftermath of this battle was an arduous affair. Having already battled through the savages, Speyr was one of the lucky few on this day who now had to haul the corpses out of the village to the forest, he couldn't suppress the jealousy he felt watching Styrbjörn and Ekkil go off to search for mead and kicked the nearest corpse in frustration. Still...he hoped them success, he'd want a drink after this.

He swung his blade across his back, lining up the vertical slot in the center of the blade to a metal hook that was used the hold the blade. He suddenly felt the weight of the blade upon his shoulders as the harness accepted the blade. It was crude, but at least he didn't have to hold the mammoth blade any more. He dipped slightly, grabbing the ankles of two savages who lay side by side, slowly he began to drag them down the burnt pathway the horses had lain down.

~Tsardel~

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Inquisitor Lord Fyodor Karamazov
"There is no such thing as a plea of innocence in my court. A plea of innocence is guilty of wasting my time. Guilty!"