A troop of Way Enforcers found them at six o"clock the next morning just as day was breaking. They looked in awe at the still smoldering ruins of the Mayor"s house and the headless body guarded by a stone-faced, slate-eyed Lorenz. Some of the dead Krepyons had fallen back on the collapsed porch or on the ground and encircled the house in grotesque, crumpled homage.
The grey-faced, pain-wracked man seated on the ground pointed his weapon at their middle.
“Stay away. He died protecting this place and me. He needs a proper burial.”
“Yes, sir, that"s way we"re here. We"re taking all the dead to the mortuary for embalming.”
“No, not Daniel.” Lorenz"s voice was steady. “He deserves a Thalian burial.” The pain in his head wouldn"t let him think of what or how a Thalian burial was accomplished
