My humblest apologies for playing a part in that-- although, frankly, a funeral procession is the least of the problems I've seen.

[Like the bodies of the soldiers who shed blood on the soils of his birth being impaled upon a tree. Like seeing captured women and children-- the famillies of the fallen soldiers-- being sold off as slaves.

Like fears of magical weapons being deployed from the other side of the continent. Like preparing an army of the undead, so that the bodies of his countrymen can never be defiled by the enemy ever again.]

..Perhaps, this may be a good time to stay inside a while. Summers are often a droll and uncomfortably humid time.