Not the end...

Sirus hears the exchange about their next steps with amusement. If there was something the young warlock knew was when to pick his battles. He understood some peoples' intrinsic need to do what they felt was the "right thing", but it never failed to amuse him how they almost always failed to see the bigger picture.

The half orc made some request about burial and he had to stop himself from speaking. It was not the time for lessons. Death was not the end. It almost never was, has one that had walked the Planes knew very well. But most sentient beings would never discover that until they left the Prime worlds. Sirus was ready to go and looked around for Mordik who was hunched over a small squirrel, devouring the unfortunate creature who had gotten too close.

On the bright side if they were going to face an orc raid there would not be any shortage of meat for their twisted companion soon. If they survived that is...

"Shall we get going, if we are done with our last wishes?" he said pulling the hood over his head and grinning.

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