"I'm Pimlo Rassi, miss. Don't worry about me; my children are gone, my grandchildren grown an' I have lived too long."

*Mordred lays a soft hand on his shoulder, feeling the brittle feathers down the neck.* Time is a face upon the water indeed in these late days. How would you wish to end?

"However you would like me. Everything aches, a bit more pain is worth it now."

I'd not add to thy pain, old one. You'll not have to endure the venom.