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this is bad for everyone. Are you coming to Arkin's funeral?" he asked.
    "No, I was not planning on it. I didn't know him..." Umbra replied.
    "You should come, I could use the company," Barnin said.
    Barnin walked toward Noris, Umbra next to him. Heath and Ankle were just a bit behind. Heath wasn't going to Arkin's funeral, saying he had enough of death for the day. Barnin took in Umbra, her black hair bouncing with each graceful step she took; she looked out of place in a crushed black velvet dress, a spark of beauty in a sea of dirt and grime.  
    Her green eyes bore into him. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.
    He huffed, "You. Here we are all armor and grit and you in, well," he motioned from her head to feet, "you're in that."
    To his surprise she laughed, "In what, a dress? I like them they are more comfortable, besides when I fight it's in my Ascended form, I have no need of armor and swords. I hope your Samantha doesn't find out you've been ogling other women," she said wryly.
    Now it was his turn to laugh. "I'm not ogling you, I just think you look out of place is all," he sighed again. "Hey, thanks for cheering me up."
    "You take the deaths of your men to heart don't you?" she asked.
    Barnin searched for how to answer her. "I do. You understand. There's a bond between people when you fight together, it's like you are brothers you know?" he said. She did and he went on, "Plus, I see the families of those that are killed a lot of the time, in Manton we can go find a widow or a father or mother, we find people to come to events like this, give them closure. But out here, who is going to come to Josher’s grave? Who is going to leave flowers, what closure will his mother and father have? Will they have any at all? Do you know what it's like telling a family that their loved ones won’t be coming back?"
    He watched Umbra as a myriad of emotions crossed her face. "I was ten; this was before the war of course, a war that wouldn't happen for decades. We were in the front garden making poppies grow, my sister and I, when a man came to our house asking after my mother and father..." her face reddened. "He told us that my brother had been killed. You see, before the war there were minor conflicts with the Iumenta. Anyway, he was gone, so I know what it is like to have a house call, if you will. Then my sister and I fought in the war, she was almost one hundred years older than I, her husband fought with us. They didn't make it. I was the one who told his family and mine of their deaths. So, to answer your question, yes, I do know the feeling you are talking about."
    He didn't always remember Umbra's age. While he thought that he had seen a lot in his time, it was nothing to the woman next to him. How many times had she delivered news of people being lost? What would it have been like living in Elf cities after the War of Generations? There wasn't an Elf alive at the time that hadn't lost several friends and family members.
    They were to the harbor now. A small ship waited to ferry Barnin, Keither, Sara and Umbra to the Carrier where Arkin's service was to be held.  
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    Keither stood holding Sara's hand as the ferry pulled alongside one of house Evindass' massive dragon Carriers. A door on its side opened, a gangplank sliding out for them to walk on. The ship sent was that of sap and sea, it reminded him of his time in Seeon. They walked down a narrow hallway lined with crystal bulbs lighting the ship.  
    Even after the time he'd spent living in them, Elf structures still felt odd to Keither. The ship that had brought Sara and himself to Noris was human; he felt the waves fully and heard the ship creek and waves lap against its hull. But now aboard an Elvin Carrier there was none of those things. The halls were like that of a dragon dome, smooth and refined, there was no sound from the outside world and he barely felt the sea on the large ship. More so when they entered the ship as spells made it so one