Ser Peter the Frog, or as Pierre knew him, Pepe, took a final swig from the beverage he’d enthusiastically shared with his brother just moments before his passing and then poured the rest out a nearby window. “Save me a place, brother. I feel I’ll be joining you soon. Rest easy...” Pepe muttered before placing the now empty flagon beneath the limp hand of Pierre and positioned it to be held against the corpse’s torso before stepping out and ushering in a trio of squires to see his fellow knight committed to the soil.