"...I'm sorry, but where's the next town-"

A glare. Roy notices the gravestones.

"...oh. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize."

"Hmph."

"...friends of yours?"

Another glare. "My men." Roy's eyes widen. "They died protecting me."

A long silence. Roy glances to the gravestones, worrying his lip in his teeth. Then he turns to them and salutes sharply before turning back.

"I hope they have found peace."

"...I'm working on it."

"Good."

"...the town's to west."

"Thank you."