The old man at the front of the group has to yell to be heard, but be heard he will. That’s far enough! We been talkin, and we don’ want Lorrimor buried in the Restlands. You kin take ‘im upriver and bury ‘im there if’n ye want, but he ain’t goin in the ground here! The man stands, arms crossed, seemingly determined not to budge, while the other men close in behind him, some of them wiping the rain from their too-large eyes.