Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 9.

I am numb... the second Bi-annual Kingdom Diplomatic talks of the year have been cancelled in order to properly observe and respect the funeral rites of Lord Kenta... I cannot write more at this time and such is my grief that I do not know if ever I will feel able to pick up a brush and a block of ink again. Perhaps in time, I will feel able to impart all that has happened within the House of Silent Thunder of late... but it has taken all the nerve I possess, merely to make it known on record that my beloved is dead. The funeral ceremony is yet to be organised, Silent Thunder and White Lake are in disagreement over the details - it is all too much to bear...