Black Water, White Source

I don't know what to write, so I'll just write the ending I had planned for my novel.

On a day that was fairly sunny, Keynes returned as promised to the "Sea-Wind Ballad" in Dovaros and took a seat in a corner. The owner had changed, but he found a familiar face there. Margaret had become the new owner. She said that a stranger had left her an inheritance, asking her to wait for a mercenary named Keynes Drake to return. "Was it Mr. Rochester? I mean, Pasteur Rochester." The sky outside seemed to settle in Keynes's eyes, its dappled light softening his rugged features. Margaret shook her head. "I don't know anyone named Pasteur Rochester. Is he a new companion you've made?" Keynes smiled gently. He thought he would be waiting here for a long time, until the sun set, until the harshest winter in Dovaros passed, until the new century someone had been longing for arrived. And then... the old story came to an end. Thank you for staying with me along the way.