"You've got a good sense of people, Johnny Alpha," Reynard tells him with a grin. Leaning back against a table, he takes a deep breath as he considers his funeral. "I'd like a sky burial. Old fashioned as it gets. Leave me at the summit of a mountain. Let Nature have my body."

He tips his head to pin Johnny down with a look. "And then I'd expect everyone to march back down and have a grand party with the women and wine you mentioned."