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Donoman nodded in response to the Steward's words. He bent down and snatched up his blanket cloak smacking off a few globs of snow and mud before wrapping it around himself again. Before moving out of the way of the next to announce themselves.
The squire would cover his nose with his cloak as the cart was wheeled about, the smell was horrid but not entirely unfamiliar, rotten lamb and mutton were familiar to him, but the view of a human body in such a state was what made it something more horrid than the rotted body of an any animal. The fire danced in Donoman's eyes the bodies being consumed warping into his own flesh, he was entranced unable to look away though he'd probably be ordered to stay focused on the display if he hadn't.
Donoman had already decided that it would be best for him to limit any and all interactions with Toyne, as such his departure was met with a loosening of his shoulders. He would approach Gilroy and Bighands for while he had no read on Gilroy, Bighands seemed warm and welcoming. He lifted his hand and waved at the two men as he approached clutching onto his cloak with the other so that it wouldn't fall off again. He had one question above all others he needed answering, "Where and when can I get a heavier cloak?"
Gilroy always hated the burning ritual, especially some rangers had to find some sorry sap, kill them, and bring them back here for the effect. Or the stewards dredged up an old corpse for the job, but everyone hated doing that even worse. Bighands hadn't even payed much attention to the pyre, instead looking over each and every one of his new brothers. He hoped they'd make it all through the trials, praying silently to the Old Gods to let the men stay around at least that long. He hated it when friends went away, he liked to say they became snow angels, as they fell into the surface as their bodies dropped.
No one had the heart to tell him different. Big Hands spotted Donoman approaching and nudged Gilroy in preparation, almost knocking the far smaller man over as he rubbed his arm at the jab. "Gods damned Big Hands if you do that one more time.." He finally saw Donoman himself, and heard his question, coughing for a moment as he stood. "Blacksmith Garith outfits all the new recruits, he's over by the armory." Big Hands chuckled and nodded, waving his hands. "We can show you."
That idea drew an eye from Gilroy as he looked back to Donoman, the oafish giant seemed to have taken a liking to the old squire, probably for being the first too approach him. "Fine, fine. I knew we'd be spending the next moon's turn showing recruits around every nook and cranny when we were assigned to Toyne." He groaned for a moment, but sighed as he left. "So what's the jib Donon, you really got your hands on a highborne? In a melee? Where the fuck where you?" He laughed as Big Hands nodded, "Always wanted to see a Melee.." The giant said with a low but gentle voice.