DEATH OF ANOTHER ANCIENT FELLOW
LUKA BISHOP’S DEATH
Luka shuffled away from his meager campsite at the first sight of the sun. A plain waterskin gripped within his right hand. He continued on through the shrubbery of the forest until he found a small clearing, in which the senile, aged man continued on through over the grass. By this point Luka recalled the birth of his first and only child, Alice; he hadn’t known what caused him to remember this but it caused a sharp pain to shoot through his chest. He lifted his right hand up to clutch at his tunic though to no avail.
“Yam szam, Alice...”
He mumbled through strained breathes, attempting to retain a steady air flow, in and out.
Though once again to no avail. His attempt saved the man a moment before he finally collapsed to the grass.
In a moment of desperation the estranged Bishop whispered.
A final time before those continuous sharp pains kept motion until the man was motionless on the grass. The waterskin which he had previously clung to, spilt out over the weeds of grass as Luka Bishop, veteran of the Sedanian Rebellion and the Tenth Nordling war, lay dead.
To the Mercatorii
To Ser Erwin Bishop