A drumbeat cascades over you, loud and aggressive in its lyrical beauty.

It thrums through you, echoing the sound of your own heartbeat, and with it comes a feeling of both grief and respect.

One by one, the Battleragers emerge from their huts, taking off their helms and bowing their heads with respect as the body of their Drillmistress is carried to her final resting place.

The Commander steps forth and sings a dirge of such beauty and sadness that even the coldest of hearts shivers.

Trkroo Forgefeather raises his beak, scenting the air, and sighs heavily.  He turns back to his forge and begins to chip at a large piece of granite, clearly creating an elaborate headstone.