It tasted like mud.

“Wrath and vengeance, grudge and strife, we march into the afterlife! Rhump-rhump-rhump...” 
“Could you stop that, Gurnisson?” 
“Stop that? Baah, nonsense, Azul-Kang! The Speech of Borri Stonehand is a fine tale to kill foulskins to!” Dalbran shook his head, his beard swaying on long, gentle strokes.  

Soft light from a setting sun danced along the edges of the tall grass as it swayed. A breeze moved it, almost melodically so. A late summer's warmth laid on his skin as he turned and looked around. 

A flutter of a green cloak alerted him to the one some odd steps before him. Unhooded, watching, his hands laying still at his side as if they never needed to grasp a weapon.

Nethrida sighed and pushed herself away from the bar. Calmly rolling her shoulders she made her way outside to see what the commotion was, the others following.

Septimal Caine tossed a few coins on the bar..and tossed the rest of the sausage to Finch as he walked past her. "Quiet little town, ya said?'

Not even bloodied hands scraping against rusted iron bars could win the pity of the Valar. Not in this place - no, here, they are obscured from the view of any who could help. She can only make out vague shapes through the blood trickling down into her mouth (or, wait, was it falling from her mouth?

She sits with her books. The one that holds the documentations of events. She begins the process of writing out the letter that she must write in case everything goes wrong. The trials are pending, and she will face the betrayal shard. There is no way to be sure she will come out of it in one piece, and so she writes. First she writes telling each of them how much she cared for them, how precious they are to her. How she has watched them grow and change, even though things havent always been easy. That she would give anything to be there with them now and continue to grow with them.

I don't know where to begin, or what to write first. My heart is so full, I can't settle on just one thought. 

Eduwiges moved for the door, 'You sure seem to know a lot, and then you don’t...' She looked at Lif meaningfully and walked out into the main room to listen to Therendil.

Edu strode out just in time to see the barkeep shrug...and sign a paper.