Caspian nods, then takes another long swallow of his refilled wine. It's not as strong as the Archenland reds he remembers, but perhaps it will do a little to dull this ache in his chest.

"Rilian asked me to pass along a preemptive apology to you fellows," he tells Alain and Cuthbert. "It's unlikely he'll be very polite to either of you."