The clouds outside seemed to grow even darker, and the light rain that had fallen all morning grew heavier, as if the sky was weeping on behalf of the two proud warriors who were too stoic to openly cry at the death of their fallen comrade.
"To Cathal," Gilander said, lifting his cup and spilling a few drops of wine on the floor. A few drops splattered on the fur rug at Bors' feet, but the Marquis paid it no mind as he returned the gesture, adding a few drops to the puddle in honor of their fallen friend.
"He was a good man," Bors said after taking another deep swallow. "Too upright for his own good sometimes, but a damn good man. I shouldn't have left him up at the Villa," Bors added darkly. "He deserved better than this."
