“—and now, we can all but pray that his soul finds, in his passing, the peace he sought through life.”
The words were met with an obscure murmur of approval, as he placed a flower on the nondescript grave by the side of an old tavern.
The two soldiers, standing towards the end of the crowd, looked at one another, wondering if attending this particular funeral had been a good idea. Despite the many reasons to not come, they had inadvertently ended up here. The ceremony had been brief, and the words earnest, and it was almost time for them to leave.
“Hullo, gentlemen,” a young man greeted them, his face lips into a weak smile. “How did you know Uncle Arnold, pray tell. I had not expected any soldiers here, today.”
“Ah, well,” Carlos begun, trying to piece together an answer, “we were just passing by—”
“You are not on duty, then?” he enquired, as the realisation dawned on his face. “You! You were the ones who arrested him! How dare—” Continue reading Character Origins #6: Rolf and Carlos