Zach and the barbarians held the funeral until the bonfire burned out and the dead warriors had turned into ash, releasing their spirits into the starry sky. He was surprisingly tired afterward. It had just been a bunch of dancing in circles, nothing that should have tired him out that much, but fortunately, it was a good tired.
He would have slept well if not for being tied up at the post again. At least the knots were a little looser this time, which gave his wrists some breathing room.
He would have also slept better if the barbarian woman hadn't visited him when morning came a couple of hours later.
Zach opened his eyes and squinted at her, silently asking what she wanted.
"Visla Maura," she said.
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"That's my name."
