Really? But it's so catchy... Poor bard! [He laughs, clapping Dion on the shoulder as they make their way to the mobile boat bar, the newest advancement in drowning since beach parties.]

That's right. Give in, you. Barkeep! Keep 'em filled, we're celebrating. [He glances at Dion.] How about something strong and sweet for the lad to start. And double it.

[They receive a carafe of plum wine with the first drinks poured for them already. He lifts his glass.]

To you, Dion. To a brighter future that we ain't gonna see, and to dying too soon, but taking enough of the bastards with you.