A thin, sallow looking man enters Zach's room.
"Oisin's bastard son is dead."
Zach glances up from his desk. Stacks upon stacks of papers line the table around him, and he doesn't even raise his head.
"I was under the impression that no one was to enter the room without important reason."
". .Sir, this is quite important. Oisin was an extremely influential figure in the downfall of Rozania, and-"
Zach cuts across, looking back at the figure.. "Rozania is long gone. Why should I care about it now?"
"At least send your condolences. It's what your father would have done."
Zach looks back to his desk . "Thanks to Peralien, I'll never know what my father would have wanted, because he's dead. Buffoon."
"Zach. Just do it, please."
Zach grumbles. "Fine. Just leave me be already."
The man closes the door, chuckling.
And so Zach pens a letter to the Roza estate, intending for Oisin to receive the letter.
Dear Oisin O'Breathnach;
Condolences to the death of your son. He was a good man, from what I have heard of him. I hope that he is in a better place.
Sincerely;
Zacharias Calding II