"Something like that," the elf said. Somehow, he didn’t want to let himself off the hook. He could remember the scene as if it were yesterday, the troll lying almost senseless with drink in a vomit-splattered room, Serrin standing over him, screaming impotently at his friend. Then the elf had walked out and slammed the door, never getting close in person again except to pass through now and then to inquire after Tom. At first it was because he couldn’t take the pain of seeing his friend destroy himself, but later it had been the shame of having abandoned him.