Grimacing, the former soldier curled himself partly into a sitting position. One hand pressed against his face, he used the other to drain the grog with a single swallow.

"Agh." He paused, squinting at Leopold and Pieter. "Aye, tha'ss 'scloak."

Lothar shifted in his place, grinding his teeth. "He gave it me. I was cold. I tole you, he said he didn' promise no-one t' kill a soljer o' the 11th."