Anna and Robin were ready to leave in only a few minutes, and starting riding in Anna's wagon. It was almost like they were newlyweds, laughing at the most unfunny jokes and acting very stiff. They wandered up the road for about an hour, until they came across a small town, almost small enough to be called a pit stop rather than an actual town.

Anna smirked, "Alright, you set everything up. I'll go talk with the innkeeper about our rooms."

Robin sighed, "So the man has to do all the heavy lifting, huh?"

"Exactly."

Anna walked off, giggling at Robin's woe. He's finally mine, she thought . While she knew it was selfish, she was overjoyed at the fact that they could be lovers. Deep down, she felt terrible for doing this to Cordelia, but if there was ever something to be selfish over, it was love. As she waited in line for the inn, she was taken aback by the man who stood ahead of her.

"Priam?"

The man looked behind himself, and grinned at the woman's presence, "Ah, Anna. Good to see you."

Anna smirked, "I didn't think you'd remember me. Me specifically, at least."

"A true warrior never forgets his companions. At the heart of a warrior lies the people he rides with. If one were ever to forget those bonds, he would no sooner fall to ruin than grab the light of glory. If I could ever-"

"Next!"

Priam sighed, "It seems I'm next. Pardon me for a moment."

After he and Anna finished their business, they sat down and talked for a bit.

"I've just returned from a mission. I was going to the capital to give a proper burial to those who have fallen. A proper burial is vital for a warrior's spirit to see true peace. If he is buried poorly, then there is no hope for a peaceful afterlife."

Anna rolled her eyes, "Wow. You know, I could help you bury them. For a fee, of course-"

"FOOL! A burial must not be done by merely digging graves. A burial involves a process that must be followed specifically! In no offense to you, a merchant such as yourself would not know the music that must be played, the silver the shovel must be made out of, the fine wood that the coffin must be carved from! The-"

Anna looked outside, "Would you look at that! I've got business to do! I'll see you some other time!"

"Wait! Before you go, I wanted to tell you this. A former comrade of ours, Gregor, was one of the ones that had fallen."

Anna stopped dead in her tracks. "O-Oh…"

Priam walked up to his room, and Anna walked back to her wagon. Robin had set up the stall very nicely, and it even seemed like he made a few sales.

"Hey, Robin."

"Hey, dear. What took you so long?"

If he knows Gregor's dead, he'll know Cordelia's alone. If he knows that, then he'll want to go back to her… I'll be alone again… Forced to rely on money for company.

"The line was long in the inn."

Not lying.

"Oh, that's nice. You gotta love lines. Run into anyone interesting?"

"No."

Lying. Definitely lying.