The men of the local mercenary company brought Adam's father's corpse to his home. They were also kind enough to give the family the money he'd earned while working.
If it were any other mercenary group, the family would have neither received the dead body, nor the money. But Adam and his mother were not in the right state to be grateful about such a thing. For they were drowning in pain and sorrow.
The mother and child stood in front of a freshly covered-up grave under the oak tree. The woman was on her knees, incessantly sobbing. Young Adam, however, didn't cry that much for he couldn't understand the severity of things yet.
He hugged his kneeling mother and softly asked, "Mama, why are you crying so much?"
The woman continued to cry louder and louder. "He left us, Adam… he left us. Your father, he… he is no more."