[Cimmerian]

"Quite Dead!" the elf reiterated, as the tall rogue leaned over in disbelief.

"A little dagger," Thorondruin mumbled, "That's all it took to kill this gigantic bulk. This heap of muscle who could take down half a cohort all his own."

"Ironic, isn't it," grinned Himelilek, standing up. She placed a hand on her companion's shoulder. "What do we do now, leader?"

"We'll wrap his body in some of these sacks and set it downriver." The lanky man mumbled, still shaking his head.

Himelilek agreed and began cutting up some of the older sacks. As she worked she wondered who could have pulled off this almost assassin like strike. Ozracles was not the brightest of men, but he had great skills with the broadsword. She was a witness to this herself. It had to be someone exceptionally skilled or just dumb lucky to get Ozracles.

"Done!" she said and walked over to Thorondruin as he proceeded to lay out the sacks on the ground.

Having placed the barbarian's large corpse onto its makeshift sarcophagus, Himelilek and Thorondruin placed the tightly bound sack over the dead man's large black horse.

"I'll take the stallion," Himelilek said suddenly, startling Thorondruin. The man nodded slowly, his thoughts resting on the two girls.

They made their way toward the nearest river.