After picking up Flavie's bow, Abel dug a hole at the entrance with his sword. Once he finished digging, he put the bow inside it and started filling up the hole. He then found a piece of wood and built a grave with it. He carved on the wood with the tip of his blade.
"Here lies a great and loyal warrior. Her name was Flavie; the rogue archer who guarded this land."
After he did all that, he gave another bow in front of the grave. She might a different, but she definitely deserved respect for being the loyal warrior that she was.
Just when Abel was about to walk to the end of the pathway, he could feel chilling air soaring at him. No wonder it was called the Cold plains. The temperature was at least twenty degrees colder than the Blood Moor.
Abel started looking around. Whenever he found some hard rocks on the ground, he would try to dig for something with his big sword. Unfortunately for him, the only things he got were just a bunch of rocks.
