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"That's a good idea friends." Jaknir said to katusa. "And my wounds will be fine, arrows were'nt much bigger than a pine needle, eh? The name's Jaknir" Jaknir stood up looking at Aruna "you'll be inside the inn then girl, I'll be around if you need anything" Jaknir patted her on the back awkwardly, probably a bit to hard because it caused her to step forward catching herself. "Let's get to it then" Jaknir headed off into the woods.

It didn't take long for Katusa and Jaknir to gather a nice pile of wood. Most of the work could be attributed to Jaknir and his sword felling medium sized tree's with one swing and Jaknir being able to haul a load that a horse could carry. The gaurds and other caravan travellers had been busy gathering the bodies and it didn't take long to build the pyre itself. Standing back and admiring their work Jaknir folded his arms.

"It will be good for these mens spirits." Jaknir said to Katusa, but also talking to noone in particular. "No matter a warriors choice of morals they still died in the glory of combat and the ancestors honor this." Jaknir slammed his sword into the ground so it stood on his own. Kneeling infront of it he started speaking in his native tounge, almost chanting.