Two weeks prior to Arnulf's death, Berengar was lamenting the decision he would have to make regarding his friend's betrayal. The stifling of German expansion on behalf of the native population was borderline treasonous in itself, but the actual murder of German settlers was nothing less than the ultimate betrayal.
After drinking his fill and discussing his issues with Tlexictli, the dynamic duo stumbled into the streets as just another group of drunks on a Friday night. They effortlessly blended into the crowd as they walked towards the royal palace.
However, halfway through their journey there was a sudden burst of rain, the downpour which was entirely unexpected, catching Berengar and Tlexictli off guard, as the torrent rapidly soaked them. Berengar's white silk dress shirt clung tightly to his muscles, while Tlexictli's matching cocktail dress did the same.
