Outside The Pony stands a line of Drummers, they wear green uniforms. Their hair, blondes, and redheads covered in ashes. For those from Rohan, they will recognize drummers ready to perform the last rites for a fallen. Behind them mill many waiting to follow. There are a surprisingly large number of children present. All with varying amounts of dirt on their faces, unkempt clothing, often worn thin. Street urchins, those forgotten by the masses, left to their own devices to live or die as may happen. Circling the children an honor guard. All armed with bow and spear.
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