"Why... No... Speak?" Was the question they came from the hulk of a man to Renan. Thinking of how to explain it, he hoped that someone would understand his motion to come. He pointed at one of the dead soldiers, made a stomping motion, and then pointed to his throat before making a slashing motion over it to indicate that it doesn't work. Turning to Eldalia, Renan was faced with the question of where to stay the night.

Renan thought for a moment before giving Eldalia a list of locations to choose from. Raising his hands, he signed the following: [list]
[*]My place - four beds and moderately secure in town[/*]
[*]A little outpost I have - two beds and very safe in the woods[/*]
[*]A hotel - As many beds as we need and not very safe in town[/*] [/list]

Renan paused for a moment. There was one more option - the best option that he could think of - but he might not want these... [i]warriors[/i] to come and tarnish it. It was a place of tranquility after all, and he wouldn't want to soil it with more blood than that which had already been spilled. Renan remembered the day that he had needed to spill blood in that cave.

"There's also," Renan paused, clenching his fists for a moment. "The grotto. It's very safe, has six beds, and is out in the woods. Nobody knows about it but me." Renan paused in disappointment for a moment to correct himself. "At least - nobody alive." A lonely tear rolled down Renan's left cheek before he continued. "I leave the choice up to you," he signed, the crow on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to the group, for several minutes now the crow had been looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, whispering to himself, "So many dead. So many innocents."

There was no joy to be found in the crows eye, and there was no joy to be found in Renan's.