Excellent.
This is the picture that was drawn by my minds eye.
A group of warriors have just completed a long, trying, and bloody quest of a campaign. They have met death, who has taken many of their companions and friends. They have seen innocents slain. They have destroyed injustice where it was found. Now that it is over, the warriors stand in a circle observing their surrounndings, contemplating their trials, knowing their is nothing more to say. One warrior looks up slowly...they all look up slowly. He smiles. A different smile graces the face of each warrior. They look at each other. Some sigh, some nod, some hit another on the shoulder, and they part ways.
At 42 the one warrior who first smiled is walking on a mountain ridge overlooking much of the land he has traversed. He stops and stares. He thinks of his home, his wife, his family. He smiles. He readjusts his pack, his sword, and continues walking.