Standing before your assembled companions, your gaze falls on Midge and Bram, both clearly struggling with warring emotions. Though pleased to see you alive, they are still troubled by the fact that you left them when the fires came and the infected began their assault in the city. Your actions saved hundreds, but that means nothing to those you were forced to leave behind, particularly the dead. And some of those dead were painfully close to Bram and Midge. After a few moments, Bram pours you a drink from a small cask he had saved. "Come rest your tired bones, friends," he says. Midge, not quite as ready to forgive, runs off with tears streaming down his face.