In the year of Northcrest 838. I, last Lord of a House disgraced with my treasonous behavior, pass my title and ownerships to my only idiot child. Since his birth under ill stars twenty-six years past, I have known our noble blood was exhausted.
I go now to the gallows, and when he passes of some vile habit or unmentionable disease, our line is ended. I accept it.
Witnessed by the Administration of Northcrest.