An involuntary shiver passes over Alcuin's skin at the thought of the bodies being the remains of actual people. "I sincerely hope that these are false images, put here to discomfit us. To make us consider the consequences should we fail. I would hate to think that any god would be so cruel as to make light of the fallen, even if they were followers of a different god."

Watching his friend, Alcuin lays a gentle hand on his arm, acknowledging the strong emotions. "If you would like to go look..." to see if you recognize anyone "...You won't need to go alone."