...right, the important thing I heard in there was 'have beers'. That sounds like an excellent plan, I could use a few beers. And thensome! S'not a very pleasant thing, dying. Leaves a fellow a bit out of sorts!

[The rest...oh Eld's balls. The Tower, the Tower, always the damned and bedeviled Tower. He's followed that path, and it killed him, and that's all well and good. He'd known it would. He'd died for Roland, and that was proper and right and what he'd assumed would be his fate since he could toddle.]

[This whole bit is the big surprise. But Roland had found his Tower, it was over and done with, and he quite likes the idea of simply being regular old White enforcing Gunslingers.]