<Marley's breathing is ragged, coming and going in shuddering gasps.>

<His eyes look at you imploringly.>

<Marley's eyes sparkle as you rush toward him with the ale. He grasps the mug in both of his shaking hands and upends it, white foam spilling out over his blood-caked beard.>

Ah... that's the stuff. Ol' Barkerstout... Thank you, friend.

That'll make this... a little easier.

<Coughing one final time, he slumps over the shattered control console, the half-empty mug crashing to the ground and spilling its contents into the sand. His eyes glaze over.>

<Marley Twinbraid is dead.>