The pyre is a prober burial. She may have been your queen, but she was my enemy from the beginning. My history goes back much farther than yours does, and as such, [i]we[/i] will decide how she leaves this world. *my helmet assembles Dead space style on me, logging up orange in a blaze of light, and four other people, clad in similar but not identical armor decloak* [i]We[/i] are the marauders. And this land is [i]our[/i] land.