(Either one, I guess by Terrick and his group)
The four man crew had collected almost every rock within site and piled these on top of the bodies of the dead caravan guards, entombing them to protect their flesh from animals. When the task was complete, the sun was beginning to set and the four stood still for a few minutes, looking at the unmarked grave.
Terrick, never very eloquent with words, fell back on a prayer he had learned a long time ago and recited it aloud as way of saying goodbye to friends both new and old.
"May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rain fall softly upon your fields until we meet again,
And may God hold you in the hollow of his hand."
Terrick sighed and looked at the setting sun. While collecting rocks, they had searched for sign of Linden or Mavis, but all they'd found was a trail made by the bandits when they left with the wagon's goods. And even that trail disappeared quickly when it hit rocky ground.
"I heard the boy yell," Terrick said, as they starting gathering up the items to take back to the caravan. "He called out to me for help..." he tried to push down the incredible feeling of guilt over not rushing to the boy's aid. Even though the logical part of his brain argued that it would have spelled his death had he turned his back on the foe he'd been engaged with.
