[ Brigade laughs at the liquor crack. ] And hold it very well you do, sir.

I am so very sorry to hear that, sir.

[ Brigade eyes the box with the pipe in it ] The pipe, sir. Can it be fixed? Even if only to place it on his grave for him? I'm sure he would like it back. [ Brigade thinks of the photograph he burned for Rico's daughter at his initiation. He hopes it reached her, as the tales of Norse would tell. ]