Lady Alexandra Deveraux brought her horse to a halt and dismounted with effortless grace.
Crouching by Torac's body she took in the carnage that surrounded him. By the Gods - he'd taken enough of them with him. Retrieving the battered and blood stained journal she placed it inside her travelling cloak before placing a hand on his chest. She knew he'd have had an option to come back and she knew why he hadn't. The truth was that he just couldn't afford to keep paying the price. She'd seen it before.
An hour later and she placed the final stone on what would be Torac's final resting place. She rose once more to her feet and bowed her head and said a little prayer.
Regaining the saddle in a smooth motion she urged her mount into a canter with a click of her tongue. The sun was already starting to set and she'd rather not be in eastern lands after nightfall.