It was a fine afternoon when a gathering started to form on the yard of the Dawnhall. At the corner, by a small hill, a hole disturbed the earth, one that was set to be Hardoleth's, The Captain of the Bloddy Dawn, final home.
Deorgast looked around as he reviewed old friends, ones that he hadn't seen in a while. There was much we wanted to discuss and hear from them, though in a more joyful time. At the time, they needed to grieve for their Captain's death. And so they did.
Old friends and enemies for all corners came to pay their final respects to the man. And what a funeral it was, worthy of such a presence as Hardo's. Fiontann was the man behind most of it all, and a great job he did. It all started with a few words here and there, until Fiontann announced the start of the proceedings. Deor headed inside to warn Bas, Geir and Daatak that the people who came to see the Captain final trip were waiting outside. And so the four, members of The Bloody Dawn, the great company created by the deceased, carried his corpse down the stairs towards the place where the hole was dug.
Speeches were proffered, tears were shed, memories were amidst.
Until the will was read by Fiontann and finally, Hardo was able to rest at peace in his new home.
Deorgast kept a smile, a weary and faint one although, towards all these proceedings. He thought to himself that maybe his Captain would be better rested if everyone around was a little merrier, and so he followed his own thought.
Death and sadness have been surrounding him for days now. He barely knew himself, for there was no sincere smile sighted in his face for days. He felt lost.
As he was sitting on one of the chairs of the Dawnhall, it hit him. He needed to get away. He suddenly got up and limped towards the door, heading towards the old shack where he kept some of his things, like a spare set of arrows and some food. He grabbed it all and placed it on his horse's bag. Deor was yet again, packing.
In his mind he had no concrete destination, but yet he just desired to go. Get away from the commotion, the tired faces, death. For months he had decided he wanted to live a simple life, nothing more. Yet, is life was now anything but simple. He needed nature to restructure him, yet again.
He rode towards the Dawnhall to pick some more food and a map, but yet his true purpose was to face his friends in case something happened, or some decision crossed his mind. With a smile he faced them, with a smile he was ready to leave, climbing upon his horse saddle. If it was a few months before, he would like to take some friends with him on this trip, and he knew they would be willing to come. But all had changed now, there was must to do and no time to waste, and that was not in his plans to come.
With a pat on his horse side, he whispered a few words to him. "[R] Let us ride now, Grimme, my old and fair friend, for home is awaiting us."
Deor got hold of the reigns and Grimme galloped forward, at full throttle, as they disappeared into the sun that appeared before them, in a new Dawn.
