With a loud ''thunk!'' the sword at Rick's side would fall into the ground, embedding its' self about halfway down it's length into the ground. He leans down next to it, and would begin the tedios task of making a fire. After many failed tries, and cursing at his missing arm, he'd finally get the fire going, and would seat himself down next to it with a loud huff and sigh. Glad to finally be by the fire.
As he looked over the horizon of trees, he could see the faint smoke signals of the warm houses of Bree. He leaned more against the piece of rotting wood at his back, and would pull from his pocket a small necklace. He'd open the locket at it's middle, and would peer sadly at its' picture. That of his babe, Loriandre. He'd close it quickly, and press it against his chest as he broke into sobbing. He couldn't believe she was really gone. But maybe he could make it right somehow... He couldn't give up now. Lori wouldn't have wanted that....
