The guardsman, Nathan, has died. It seems we will have another burial. Valin checked Nathan and gave one more prayer before we carried him off of the road and to a small glade with soft ground. Valin and a few guards started digging while I set the blanket-wrapped body down and sat waiting for them to finish or a turn at a shovel. I sat at the edge of the glade, silent myself. Valin said another of his prayers then turned to walk back. "Why didn't your prayers heal him?" "I did." "It's a war, thats all I know." Valin said. Valin paused, caught up in the memories in his head, before continuing.