[centre][h2]Epilogue[/h2]
[h3]The stalwart slain salute you, oh glorious gods![/h3]
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[sub][i]31 AA | Year 16[/i][/sub]

  A heavy silence hung over Shidhig and those who had seen Sugae in the fray. There was a feeling, among them, that things had gone very wrong. "But it was weird, wasn't it." The big man, Balghro, said. "Like something out of the stories, you know?"

  "Yeah..." Shidhig agreed sullenly as he stared into the fire.

  "He saved my life, y'know." Galgu murmured.

  "Yeah, you've not shut up about it." Shidhig muttered irritably. "Honour and all that bullshit, got it. What good's honour now, huh?"

  "Come now Shidhig-" Balghro began, but the smith's apprentice rose and kicked the flame, sending cinders and burning wood everywhere.

  "I don't want to hear it, alright?" Shidhig growled, then moved off.

  Sugae had been alive, barely, after the elephant struck him. They had managed to get him back to camp and one of the ascetics had taken his warturban off and set to stitching him up. But he had died within the hour. Shidhig had watched numbly as they placed him on the pier, tunic and warturban and all. It was surreal.

  That night, Shidhig slipped silently from the camp and disappeared into the darkness there.

[list][*][hider=Summary]Brief conclusion to Sugae's little arc.[/hider][/list]