Kendra nods. "It's no trouble, dear. I imagine you'd discover, soon enough. It's why the funeral will be... closed casket. No, I'm afraid it wasn't natural causes... well, natural for an ordinary man, anyway. As he was exploring the old Harrowstone, one of the pieces of stonework, a statue of a gargoyle, slipped free and struck him in the head, causing... quite a bit of damage. He often spent quite a bit of time, at the ruins, since it's said to be haunted, and, well, you know how his interests went," she says, smiling sadly, thinking back to her father.