[h3]Jaelnec and Jordan – Forest north of Borstown, Bandit Farm, under the tree[/h3]
Frowning slightly, Jaelnec once again turned to the bodies they had retrieved from the tree. Indeed, what should be done? It was not as though simply being the same species told Jaelnec much about these people anymore than Jordan would know what values a random other human had. Nightwalkers tended to integrate into whatever culture they were raised in and did not particularly have any significant commonalities from individual to individual besides the aversion to light and a proclivity to follow Laon. Even so he did feel somewhat responsible for making sure they were put to rest respectfully and in a way that would be as proper as possible.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, the squire walked over and knelt besides the female adult nightwalker. He set his sword on the ground beside him since he could not sheathe it without cleaning the blade first, and quickly checked the neck and pockets. Finding nothing, he then repeated this procedure with the male corpse, and this time found what he was looking for: a small, rough wooden carving bearing the symbol of Reina. Nothing more specific than that, no hints as to any particular Reina-based religion, so they were probably just abstract followers of the Goddess of Mercy.

“Reina. Right. At least they didn't follow a god with more troublesome funeral rites,” he sighed, retrieving his sword yet again and standing back up. He turned to Quintin. “Does Borstown have a cemetery?”
“Of course,” he readily confirmed.
Jaelnec turned back to Jordan and shrugged. “They should be buried normally with what rites to Reina we can manage. Normally each one would have a marker with their name on it, but...” Since none of them had any idea who these people were, leaving markers with their names was not really an option. Luckily Jaelnec had been tagging along on adventures for many years now, and while Freagon was mostly quite content to simply leave the dead for carrion, the young nightwalker had seen others handle nameless bodies before. “We will have to just leave shorthand notes about their species, gender and age, and a few words about how they died. Just so anyone who comes looking for them has a chance for closure.”
There was not much they could do right this moment, of course; emergency burials could be performed anywhere, but putting them to rest in a proper cemetery was always preferable. Even if that meant having to transport them all the way back to Borstown to do it.

[h3]Irah – Forest north of Borstown, Bandit Farm[/h3]
“[I]I have a few ideas,[/I]” Caleb replied to Irah's question before her conversation with Freagon. He did not volunteer an elaboration of the statement.