“The knock at the door broke the silence.

"Go away!", Ultras response.

Regardless Zug gingerly opened the door and poked his head around.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't intend to for Tyrell's death. I'm so sorry. I don't have a say in who I played for."

He wasn't met by any response from the others. He couldn't hold their gazes even if they were to look at him.

"If you'd allow me I'd like to pay for Tyrell's funeral. I'm so sorry. This is the game we play. You destroyed their team, if it helps. Although how you allowed them to actually come away with the decision is beyond me."

"It was the worst we've ever played, I think", was Hans' muted response.

"I've also got something else for you. This 'Smite' character. She left Altdorf the day you got here. I'm not sure if she had an eye out for you or not. She left in a caravan for Mousillon. I have some contacts there who will be sending word where she is going. I wouldn't be surprized if she was returning to Nagarrond. Things may be a little too hot for her here."

"It doesn't matter, we're going to Ulthuan for the Invitational. We'll settle up after. We're leaving tonight.

The funeral was held late that evening. It was a muted affair with both Zug and Brymstone carrying the coffin. Zug gave the ulogy.

"You're a kind soul", Anvis stated as he shook Zug's hand. Zug clearly appreciated his forgiving words but couldn't hold his gaze.

"Be well Tyrell", he whispered, as the others left.”