RETH
The thing no one ever mentioned about battle—of any kind—was the clean up. The sheer stink of it, the weight of bloodied bodies and broken hearts. When they'd left the Hallowed Grounds he'd known they would be coming back to clean it. that they couldn't allow the desecration of that ground to remain. But as he sat in Aymora's cave with her and Behryn, Hollhye, and Brant—whose ankle was being dressed and braced—it was the last thing he wanted to think about. So many other things, other people seemed so much more important. But they had to. He knew it.
He was so sick of blood and death. But he had to ask the people that night and the following morning to band together in this, the cleaning and remembering of their dead. It would be ugly, but perhaps it would sober them enough to avoid further battle.
He could only hope.
Shaking off the dark thoughts, he went back to laying out for Behryn what plans he'd come up with so far.
