Upon finding what little remained of the Goblin, Cewri returned to Martox’s side, and fell to his knees with a great thud.  His mouth was dry.  The Half-Giant didn’t know when he started weeping.  When Martox breathed his last, he tried to speak, but the words died in his throat.  [i]Do we have time for a proper ceremony?[/i] The thought hung in his mind for a moment.  [i]Not a grand one.  Not like he deserves.  But we must do something.[/i]  

	He cradled Martox’s head in his hand, and when Desalith spoke, something clicked in his head.  “They’re connected” He said, “the Goblins an-and what happened to Celeste.  There’s the same person behind them, o-or one knew about the other.”  [i]And if that’s the case, the one who decided to play marionette with Celeste seems infinitely more competent.[/i]  We bury him.  We mark his grave on our maps—we remember, like we always have done.  We heal Celeste.  And we track down the bastard that did this.”  He looked towards the old mage.  “You’re right to say we need help, but getting it will be tricky.  Especially if we ”  Reverently, he rested Martox’s head back on the ground.

	He moved to stand, but saw Celeste, still gagged.  [i]Brainwashed or not, if there isn’t a risk of her biting, she deserved to have her mouth free.[/i]  Now entering a crouching position next to her, he untied the gag, his hands shaking.  He stood.  “I-I’m going to start digging.”  All this time, his tears had not stopped flowing.