The Dragonpits

[The Smith]

Milo placed a hand on her shoulder, "Can you carry him alone? I can take him if you help him up on my shoulder."

[Viea Greyjoy]

She smiled weakly at him. "Let me take Ryam. I cant manage Harlon on my own."

[The Smith]

Milo slowly laid the Drumm's body over her shoulder. He crouched down and lifted Harlon's corpse in both hands. "After you?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

She nodded andshifted Drumm's weight slightly. He was heavier then he looked. She led the way back to the top, and was almost blinded by the sunlight when they got out of the tunnels.

She uncerimoniusly dumped Drumms body on the grass and sat down a little away from it, ad well away from the enterance.

[The Smith]

Milo placed Harlon's body down next to Drumm with a great deal more care. Then walking over he squatted in front of Ganieda, "Are you alright? You did not take a wound did you?" He studied her for any blood or injury.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Its nothing." She said. "Luckier then the rest. Are you alright?"

[The Smith]

"Untouched. I only fought two poorly trained eunuchs." Milo shivered, "Of course I may have nightmares the rest of my life about that man."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"You shouldnt have come." She said, coving her eyes with her hands. "Im glad you did though. You saved my life down there."

[The Smith]

"No. You would have figured something out. He just had a small hold over you. All you needed to do is blink." Milo said, and he demonstrated by blinking at her.

[Viea Greyjoy]

She smiled weakly.

"No, If you didnt have your lantern I doubt we would have come back."

[The Smith]

"Mark that down then. I come prepared." He wiped some dirt from his face with a silk handkerchief, and then offered it to her.

[Viea Greyjoy]

She shook her head.

"Im just glad it worked. I think the whole place should be taken down and rebuilt. No-one should go in there."

Ganieda gave the enterence a dark look.

[The Smith]

Milo nodded, "That is up to the queen, but not a bad idea. It is one large tomb as it is." He glanced back behind him, and nodded, "But I think our words will be a poor substitute for what we experienced down there."

[Viea Greyjoy]

!I would drag her down there myself if I had too. No-one should go in there."

[The Smith]

Milo nodded, "We may have to." He moved and sat down next to her staring at the hole. "I do not know how much longer I will be able to bare with being so somber. I am positively quaking with the need to make flirtatious jokes. But these does not seem like the time or place." He reaches into his boot and pulls out a small metal flask, and sips from it, wincing.