A spectacularly grandiose dish of beef wellington lays sprawled out across a porcelain plate elegantly, the overall presentation of the meal would reflect an element of sophistication and eloquence; nonetheless, the meal itself had been sitting there for quite awhile now, clearly left uneaten - not even a bite from the dish which appeared tantalizingly good was missing. Seated, staring down at the dish while drumming on the table with a utensil, was Ser Gustaven von Halsfield. Word had reached him moments earlier regarding the recent passing of Bishop Hernando, that of which came as a bit of a surprise to the man - enough of a surprise to cause him to lose his appetite as he was deep in thought while seated at the dinner table, "Bishop Hernando's passing is .. well, unexpected .. I knew him a tad bit, never thought that he would meet the Creator anytime soon. But .. rebels they're led to believe? Well, admittedly I'm left scratching my head: for what reasons would rebels be at fault for all this? Why would rebels consider doing something such as this in the first place? Perhaps those who assume rebels might be at fault are simply misled." With a shrug of his shoulders Gustaven would finally begin to help himself to the dinner which sat in front of him, happily eating away to his heart's content.