After Beppo’s tribute performance, he and his friends gathered in the keep’s dining hall – the closest thing Firenze had to a bar – to toast Faisal’s memory.
“He was indeed a brave and mighty warrior.”
“Do you remember when he killed that cryo-hydra in one flurry of blows?”
“Yes. And remember that village where he took off without us straight into a pack of angry lizard-men? He didn’t last long, but you can’t dispute his bravery.”
“He was always impulsive in battle. I can’t even remember how many times the Goddess had to raise him.”
“At least he didn’t hold a grudge when I killed him that one time.”
“Maybe not, but you should have seen his face when you won your jousting match at the Rushlight Festival.”
Their laughter echoed through the keep late into the night.
Alone in the bar, not laughing, The Initiate Brother Shin raises a toast to his missing companion.
“Alas, Dear Faisal, I knew him well-ish.”