I float above the bodies of the fallen goblins until I come to the fallen form of Julius. I did not know him well, but I counted him a friend. I set down beside him, and pick up his broken body. I know he is dead, his soul consigned to oblivion, but I would see his body given a proper burial. I walk toward the center of the room, pushing aside goblin corpses with my will, and set his body down at my feet.
“Stand back,” I commanded as I focused my power and summoned a funeral pyre of ancient pine and oak. “Bring your dead to me,” I say and the elves obey.
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