Sir Gaspard leans into his hands, as he ponders of the future and days past.
"You will be missed dearly m' Duke."
Gaspard looks around his hall, towards his own, with a somber look upon him .
". . .Your name shall be remembered as my Father's name was."
He'd then raise a glass to himself, filled with Goat Milk.
". . .To the Late Duke Havorlock, gatherer of lost souls. . .what a life he lived."
he'd slam the glass down with a chuckle, after downing it.
"The people of Ravenmire, the living proof of your own merit and courage among other things."
". . . . My Duke, may ye rest well. . .at last. "