Having decided the fate of the remaining corpses, the Lodisian party weighs down the bodies with rocks taken from the eroded seawall and loads them into the remaining shoreboat. The surf is still rough from the storm and paddling out past the breakwater takes time and effort, but eventually they reach the shelf drop-off where the seafloor drops away into dimly-lit depths. With some strength, and more than a little ungainly swaying of the boat, they manage to commend the bodies to the sea whereupon Urranian gives a few words for the mercenaries' souls.
Rowing back to shore proves easier than the first time as the landing craft is no longer fighting the driving rain or under attack from ballistae and in a relatively short time the group is once more settled on the shore of Ostorea, having shown their respect for the dead. It is now late afternoon, and the shadows are lengthening in the forest ahead; night comes early this far north, and it comes cold.