[ooc: look! italics! the gamgee spawn doesn't even do italics anymore]

Having claimed his father's body, Brytta sets about making the arrangements for disposing of the body properly.

I'm not cut out for italics.

A life-size wooden horse is a bit of a bugger to find in this place, but I have one and Dad's propped up on top of it with his stuff... sword, shield, dresses, etc. all suitably drenched in lighter fluid.

Firi: Brytta, I'm so sorry. ;_; *hugs*
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bryttaleofa: *Watches the pyre*
Firi: *covers her eyes, still sniffling, and waits for it to finish*