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*Shortly after the battle with Pentag's forces, Donovan enters the Inn and sits at a table with a piece of worn parchment. On it are several names.*

The Dead
Brant Therin
Dereck Sandoval
Chargoth Karkon^vol
Claude Du Sinjin
DarKarath
Dallid
Atrum Draconis
Giddeon
Ravinal Goodson
Skal Tathar
Audry
Grok
Daku
Baby Gravesbane, First Born of the Haven.

The Lost
Robin Steel
Drakelenas Elderitch

*Donovan looks up at the people in the Inn with a sad expression on his face.*

"Good people, I know this list is incomplete. Help me complete it, that we might honor and remember."

*Donovan can be seen adding more names to the list.*

*Kidwynn look at Donovan*

Might as well consider the Lost, Dead for I have a feelin' if any of us see those two traiders again they will be...dead that is, for at least for me I won't forgive what happened to Atrum, Giddeon, and a few others whom I knew.

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*Kels Stands up from his seat and with a load voice*

"Remember the Dead Those who gave there All so that we could live on. Remember there sacrifce becouse they would do the same. They are in a better place now without pain distrust, and every thing that makes us evil. Remember, them Becouse thats all we have is the memorys of what they have done. Lets hope it was not in vane."

*With that he lifts his glass takes a drink and throws it into the fire*

"Rest well my friends we will see you again."

*Kels's face looks hardend. he pulls the hood of his cloak up and sits back down*

*Kidwynn just watches Kels's actions. Her gaze somewhat void of emotion. She reaches into her pack to pull out a journal and just begins reading as well as writing down a few things.*

*Laura listens to all and with a far off look remembers the horror she had seen! She Bows her head with one tear falling down her cheek she says in almost a whisper.
“May no one forget our friends that have fallen. And may they always be with us!”

*Looks up*

Hope you're right luv because right now we could be usin' some of their advices about now.

*Looks around the room as if her guard is way up more then usual*

*Corbyn looks at the list with obvious grief. He puts a hand on Donovan's shoulder and speaks quietly*

Add the name of my son to the list of those who are lost. I will not speak his name, but would have him remembered as the first child that was born of our citizens. I pray I shall see him again.

*Donovan writes the name, his hand trembling as he does so. Letting the quill fall, the weary Preceptor stands and embraces the Duke, his friend, as a brother.*

"You will, Corbyn. You will."