Willum had just spoken to Alora a little and had walked off dressed in his full armour. He put his armour in a bag and a few supplys in it as well. Willum walked to the southern shore where a small boat was ready for him, he cast the items he did not need on this voyage aside and told the lad at the boat to wait an hour befor he left. Willum went to the grave of Taleana and put Flowers on it, his emotions that could not be seen for the longest time were now aperent, a few tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked at the grave. He whispered something that by someone passing by could be heard as "Fare well, this time....I shall leave this accursed Isle to which so many memories of lose and blood I have endured. I might return one day.....some day long from this one....so untill that day comes, Fare well...my love. " Willum kneels and kisses the dirt atop the grave and stands.
Willum walks to the boat, the lad at the ores speaks "Are you alright little one, are ye sure you should be heading off on your own, dont ye need a body guard or something of that such?" Willum puts down his bag and throws a jaw shattering punch the mans way, the man not accustomed to just speed of Willums fist could not stop the blow. The man looked at the hobbit who was now standing over him, "you still wish to tease me lad!" Willum's voice rang out over the quiet sea. The sailor shook his head vigeriously, Willum let him man his ores and row to the flag ship just off the coast.
Willum looked back at the island once and only once.
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