Duncan was out overlooking the ocean at his vineyard when he received a letter informing him of the passing of his mentor Marius, who to him was like the father he never had. “Finally, you may rest old friend, you deserve it.” Tears fell from his face as he looked to his young son, Marius Karl Kortrevich, who he’d named after his mentor.
Sigmar was preparing for his council meeting looking for his grandfather, but he was nowhere to be found. He went upstairs to his room, and as he entered he saw Joren sitting on the bed next to Marius’ peaceful, lifeless body. “I’m Sorreh Sigmar, ‘es dead...” Joren told him sadly his face emotionless.Sigmar’s face was filled with tears, not a week ago he’d lost his dear Uncle Ulric. Sigmar overlooked his Great-grandfather’s body, whose silver beard covered a pleasant smile which brought a peace to Sigmar, “I hope I made him proud”, he said wiping the tears from his eyes. Sigmar was incredibly sad, but knew it was inevitable considering his age that he would not live to see him grow up. “Till we meet again grandfather...I’ll do my best to be like you.”