In the gathering darkness, a pair of mounted figures enter the chapel. They, too lay roses on the freshly-sealed tomb. The larger of the two pulls his cloak back from his face, revealing the countenance of Sir Blandamour of the Iron Arm. A single tear starts from his eye, unacknowleged by him. "Alas, Galadria," he says in a ragged tone, "I knew and liked you well. May you have peace, wherever you have gone." He turns and strides away.
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Even Heroes sometimes fail...
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