"What? When and how?" Sylvester asked in one breath.
Of course, Sylvester was close to the old man. However short the time was. He genuinely liked Grandpa Monk without any hope of ever receiving any favours. He just liked to meet him and talk or learn some new things.
Saint Wazir answered honestly. "He passed away peacefully while returning from his last assignment of stopping the mad war in the Sorrow Kingdom. He was able to hold the Grand Duke of the Patch back, but in doing so, expanded the last of his life's energy. While on the way back, in his sleep, he took his last breath. I must go now, many things to prepare. Please be present at the ceremony, as the old man has left behind a few things in your name."
"In my name?" Sylvester mumbled in surprise, unable to imagine what it could be.
