Zinda sat down across from you, holding a bottle in her hands. She scoffed, glancing down at the bottle. "Bless his heart. Olaf was smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for." She lets out a pensive hum as she pops open the bottle, "Tontine, he called it." She poured a glass for you and a glass for herself. "We had an agreement that the last of us would drink a toast from this bottle...To the memory of time." She raised her glass, but didn't drink, "None of us were supposed to live long enough to drink it."