Gerald stepped past Lyndis then, looking at the beat up old palace, as well as the city below. He took out a cigar from his duster pocket, and lit it with a lighter. He took a short puff before letting out a long breath as he looked around. "Y'know, the banks are gunna be all over this place now that the old man is gone." Gerald said. "It'd be a shame to see everything Alex built be condemned for one reason or another."