Kallian Syrivir let a soft sigh escape after taking his time to read through the letter with the news from Gail's passing. After a moment passes he eyes the bottle standing in the corner of his tent. The mage stares at if for a moment before letting it teleport into his hand with the glowing of his eyes along with a small glass, pouring a drink of whiskey and lifting it up into the sky. "For you old friend, be at peace and may the sun shine upon you" he states to then quickly drink the glass up and places it back down upside down.