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[b][color=#4269E2]"Of course, ma'am."[/color][/b] Far beyond Anderson to question his dame's decision. While there's likely more things to be gleaned from the corpse, like how did he ended up dead here, it's not that hard to deduce the details. Must've wandered in at the wrong time and place, bless his unfortunate soul. He wasn't much comfortable having the dead up and speaking like they forgot they're dead.

The squire watched with morbid fascination as Birk dug a grave for himself to lay in, not really sure at what point did he turn from undead into plain dead, but he'll take Solomon's words for it. He helped the necro-doctor bury the corpse, too. Daylight was waning quickly, this time of the year.

[b][color=#4269E2]"You can stay at the camp if you'd like, ma'am. We dont have much spare room, but if it's only for the night the men wont complain overmuch having to stuff in. On the other hand, your horses would've rested enough to take you back to the city. I'm sure the night watch wont make things difficult for you."[/color][/b] Matilda was rather well known, and quite distinct to boot. As long as she's on the lead they'll let the group in no problem.

[b][color=#4269E2]"Ser Cedrick, you can leave the kits in the ruin and I'll have someone come collect it on the morrow. We'll take good care of the horses."[/color][/b] Anderson noticed the druid's plight and offerend his assistance. These were fine horses, the guilt of their last riders shouldn't transfer to the animals.