[Morgeruat]

Riding a horse that would make a Clydesdale seem a mere pony, an equally huge man climbed off his mounts back. he was a tall man, more than 6 1/2 feet in height, his dark beard was neatly trimmed, for the first time since Keldorns Order had disbanded after the trials of the Mod Mage, his armor newly cleansed, the embossed kingfishers and herons on his suit of armor shone in hues of red in the fading light, with his great helm in hand the proud knight walked up to the tomb and tenderly ran his hand across the epitaph, a single tear running down his face. He turned around and returned to Clonin, opening a specially enchanted saddlebag, and removed a decanter of brandy, Lady Galadria's favorite from the Order and set it down respectfully near the roses.

The gift he hoped would show more reverence than he could with any other gift, since he was nauseated by the smell of any alcohol, and he hoped that if Galadria was watching that she would remember this and look kindly on his last offering.

Brushing away another tear Sir Morguerat climbed atop Clonin's back and with a slight prod from his heels sped away into the gathering darkness.

[ 12-17-2002, 11:55 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]