Funny little fellow, that one.

[He scratches his head, thinking back.]

That dream we all had, where everything was different. We were in the Frostbacks, he and I were having a chat-- he got killed. Shot through the face from behind.

[He shudders slightly, in spite of himself. He's seen plenty of people die, and gruesomely at that, but the suddenness of it sticks with him.]

She appeared, not long after. With her crossbow. It was just a dream, but. [He shrugs one shoulder.]