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Grakir looks at the priest, a slight smile on his face.

"I havinks neversks dug a gravesks before, but if it helpinks yousks feel sorrowless, then Grakir thinks it mustsks be of some use...Not that Grakir wouldsks have liked to dig that gravesks."

The short, black robed goblin looks towards those carrying the coffin - his own hands being occupied with a staff, and him being too short anyway to be of any use carrying it. He looks back towards the grave.

"Yesks...Now wouldsks be the time to buryinks him - the wind in the treesks callinks for it, Grakir thinks."

THe smaller lizard of blood red scales watches the coffin for a moment. His eyes are blank and emotionless.

The taller Lizard stops the people with teh coffin and motions for tehm to put it down.Out of his pack he takes 4 wolf hides and a Ornate dagger.He throws the wolf pelts onto a pile of Logs wich he also produced from his bag.He sets them alight and whistles a loud but sad whistle and a black wolf walks limply forward.He takes the dagger in his hand and whispers to the wolf,"sorry old friend,"He then stabs it in the neck and throws it into the grave.He sets the logs and wolf carcases alight until they become a raging inferno.He rips open teh coffin like a mad man forcing anyone who tries to stop him out of his way ,and takes the body of the dead Aldan Vian.He gives one final look into the eyes of the person he knew once so long ago and hugs hmi..then tosses his limp body into the grave and kicks the raging mass of fire into it.He begins to howl like a wolf...like a Vian wolf.With tears streaming down his face he jumps into the fire after his only brother...the noly person who actualy knew him...the "3" Vian brothers were dead.((maeglin died and was deleted.he fell off the boat going to the mainland if you want an rp reason))

THe small lizard watches his eyes blank. A draws one of the shimmering blades at his sides and stabs it into the ground beside himself.

Father Thyme watches the fire with tears in his eyes.

"By the Light of the Five, rest in peace dear friend" He solemnly says.

Grakir nods, concluding the brief ceremony with a wave of his long-fingered hand.

"It beinks done...I willsks remember Aldan, even if we not beinks friendsks. Goodnightsks, my enemysks."

((Funeral: Aldan and I have made the time to be on Tuesday, at 10:30 pm GMT+0 ))

A small lizard stands behind Tak Zel looking on quietly at the flames.He waits until the lizard turns to leave and follows him.

"The Funeral beinks done. Goesks home."

The goblin walks away, tired, and annoyed.

(( Grakir will no longer involve himself in any IG funeral. Three times a date has been organised and Aldan or anyone else has failed to turn up. Find a new priest...If you set a date, keep it. ))

((sorry Grakir had personal problems so he couldnt get near a computer.OHH well cant change the past...))