Walking out from Old Laver's house, a few military officers and soldiers stayed in the courtyard.
Kaler lowered his head, while a few companions patted his shoulder, silently keeping each other company.
Inside the house were the loud cries of a mother, the suppressed sobs of a son, and the sighs of Lalor sitting with legs apart on a small stool.
Although the corps could assist in sending the ashes, most soldiers' ashes were often sent home by their comrades.
After all, the camaraderie formed on the battlefield, akin to brotherhood, naturally called for accompanying them on their final journey.
"You go home, the rest of us have no family, we'll keep an eye on Old Laver's household."
A fellow brother who once garrisoned together at Bear Chomping Castle pinched Kaler's shoulder: "You should hurry back home, you still have family there, if you don't go back soon, they will be worried."
