"What I wish is of no..." He starts, obviously frustrated and anxious. "Tis not natural. I felt the icy hand of death take me and..." He trails off again. He drinks some of his drink, alcohol should help with a situation like this but the awful ale is practically undrinkable.

"And I knew it was the end. Nay I have lost enough friends and fellow soldiers in battle to recognise when death comes to a man at the last and that is exactly what happened that day." He takes another drink.