It was a sad time for House Harbous at Sealsrest, a sad, sad time. It had lost a lord far too young, and now it was Lord Jace's, the young man who seemed to follow his instincts more than anything else, turn. It could be scary for the knights, they were trusting of Lord Jace's Lord Father, but this was not exactly easy to come against. His father had fallen off of the balcony, yet his son was not in the room. It was all a huge, huge, huge mess.
Yet the mourning seemed the worst part. All in all, it just went on forever, and it rather bored Lored Jace. If they kept on mourning, Sealsrest would be avoided and that was money going down the drain, not good at all. He was sad for his father, surely that was true, but the continued mourning out on the docks was tiresome, he wished for it to end rather soon.