Aldanith sadly bowed his head down. So he was right when he first saw him... He climbed to his feet despite the pain, and limped over to Ingemar's body. His right hand arose above the dragon's head, and he closed his eyes.
"Thank you for the favors you have done to me. Farewell on your journey, my friend, wherever it may lead next." he muttered, only a little louder than a whisper, but his voice was clear of any emotions. He muted everything in his head. "Be at peace." he wished him at last, and softly closed the dragon's eye that was near him.
Death.
Death was not unknown or unnatural to him, but it sure was sudden. He found it hard to admit the truth, but it was that he was honestly shocked if one of the few people he was on friendly terms with him has gone to its embrace. He wasn't afraid of death itself, but how suddenly it comes sure was something that, somewhere deep, deep inside, even he was terrified of.