Argilla wrinkled her nose at the memory of the whisky that she'd tried the first time they'd met. "It tasted disgusting, that's why I didn't like it." It had burned her throat going down! Why Roland willingly drank the stuff, she had no idea. She smiled a little at the thought of their tactician. "We wouldn't have got very far at all without him. He'd our tactician after all." He might not have understood them half of the time, but he'd stuck by them through everything.

Her eyes widened as roland explained the situation. "Lupa was here?" she asked incredulously. "But... he would never have given in to this place. Lupa wouldn't have left it standing." She didn't know him as well as Gale had, but he'd been an honourable man. Gale must have seen something important in him after all.