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Alaria looked at the monument erected by Erephir once more. It was a small tribute, but hardly enough. But none of them likely knew the local traditions. She also wasn't familiar with the people. Strangers and guests, but half of them would probably forget today's tragedy or remember it only in the context of a glorious victory. If the Blade doesn't break under the weight of grief that has fallen on its shoulders, if the Blade wishes it, the Tanarian promised herself that one day she would return here with him. She would help to pay proper tribute. Build monuments in his native village. Honor his friends, loved ones, and just ordinary fellow countrymen as they deserve. Honor Kriderar. Honor the innocent who happened to be subjects of the wrong empire at the wrong time and place.