Today Tiddol and her party started to pack up to go into the city, they are going heading out tomorrow. They mostly packed food, money, and what they got from the dungeon, everything else was left behind.

Tiddol’s painting was finished today. It was breathtaking. It was a painting of Lesys in what i assume were his final moments. He was covered in wounds, many of which were still bleeding, one ear looked like it was bitten off, two of his legs looked broken, most of his hair was burned away, and he was missing an eye. And yet despite all that he was standing, holding his bow with an arrow nocked as he glared at the enemy with a primal fire in his eye, almost as if saying ‘I’m taking you with me’. I cried a little looking at it, wishing i had known the centaur better.

I just stood there and stared at the painting for a while, taking in all the details i never noticed while he was alive. The patch of grey in his mane, the fact that one eye was a couple shades lighter than the other, the spots of silver dotting his back, his perfectly white teeth. I never knew him, and now I regret that. But i met him, and i will likely remember what little  i know of him for a very long time.

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I asked them about their deceased companion, and the stories showed how much they cared about him. As they said it he was selfless and brave, if a bit of a womanizer. They would have all died if not for his sacrifice.

Eventually i looked at the back of the canvas. There was writing there that read

Lesys Fathom

Born on the eighth day of the fifth month in the year two hundred and seventy nine.

Died on the twelfth day of the sixth month in the year three hundred and two.

May the world know that his final moments were glorious.