Kendra grimaced. "No... no. He... was investigating something at the old prison, when... when one of the statues broke free, and..." She doesn't finish the statement, but it's clear, from her look, that his end was not peaceful, or pleasant.<br/><br/>Kendra rose and returned several minutes later with a glass of the warm, soothing liquid. "I'm afraid it's just you... his will specified that it was to only be opened when you were present. I... I'm afraid I don't know why. We've honored his wish, so we're hoping maybe you can help figure out what my father was doing at those old ruins."