Note tacked to the wall

Gunnar

Squire
*A note is tacked to the tavern wall, the handwriting scratched in*

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll lower him down on a golden chain
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
On every inch we'll carve his name
Carry him to his bury'n ground

General Taylor he's all the go
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow
Carry him to his bury'n ground

General Taylor he's dead and he's gone
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he's long dead and gone
Carry him to his bury'n ground.


Travel lightly, Ria, and do not forget what he taught you.

-Z
 
I cannot; I will not. May I honor his memory, and when I don't, you've full permission to beat me to a fine pulp.

And you-- we'll hunt again soon. I've a trip to Moria in mind.


- Sevaria
 
*the note is tacked beneath Sevaria's*

I would bleed with you beside me, Shieldmate, to whatever end welcomes us.

Let the False King quiver, for the one thing I have, in abundance, is the kinship I share with you, and others.

Let that kinship be his undoing.
-Z
 
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