Gerald and Nathaniel listen keenly to Xeshanth, having both been utterly unaware of the Vanderboren family's recent tragedy. Nathaniel frowns, his scowl managing to darken further as he considers the ramifications. Gerald shrugs with a wan but polite smile. "May they find peace in the beyond," he mutters, a simple quiet ritual. He offers a less-than-subtle wink to Onwyn, as the young Elf echoes his own thoughts, or hopes anyway.

"Don't mean to be rude," Gerald begins, suddenly focused on a different thought entirely. "but their loss is almost bound to be our gain. Whether she needs help with the business or some other manner, look at this place! She's surely got the resources to compensate us handsomely for whatever these unique skills she thinks we've got!" He chuckles quietly once more at the running gag he's developed with his brother. Even Nathaniel's face breaks into a fierce grin, even while he actively (and ineffectively) tries to quash it.