His name now forgotten, he is now referred to only as the "Shame" or the "Shame of Serault".
To form an alliance with the neighboring marquisate of Alyons the Shame married the daughter of the then Marquis of Alyons.
The Shame eventually became an abomination, and through various actions, brought shame to the marquisate. As punishment, Divine Beatrix III had the Serault Chantry locked, and had the de Serault family's ancestral mask, the symbol of the nobility in Orlais, stripped from them.
Due to his many mistakes, Serault is now looked down upon. His grandchild, the current Marquis of Serault, is tasked with cleaning up his mess and changing Serault back into the respectable marquisate it once was.
It can also be discovered that the Shame had a daughter, who is also a mage. If the Marquis of Serault breaks into the locked Serault Chantry, s/he can meet her, and decide her fate. It seems that the Shame and his descendants all share the same distinctive eyes as this is referenced multiple times.
He also summoned The Horned Knight, but shortly after abandoned him. If the Marquis asks for a gift from the Horned Knight, s/he will also learned that the Shame was the previous mage who helped the Grey Wardens strengthen Corypheus prison seals before Malcolm Hawke.
- “Inside is a bundle of the Shame's writings. Mold has eaten away at the scratchy, impatient letters, but parts remain whole. In one passage, he recounts a meeting with Grey Wardens: '...if it were directed toward something achievable, their commitment to self-destruction would be monstrous. But in the pursuit of their doomed cause it is romantic. They are the heroes of my childhood stories. A line of grey in the dark; fighting, failing, dying. I could not deny their request.' In the next he recounts a journey along roads under the earth. '...emerged somewhere in the Vimmark Mountains. The Wardens are stuffed with more secrets than I dreamed. Their company does not disappoint. ' In the last section he describes a ritual. He occludes the details, but can't resist tantalising the reader: '...bonds had weakened almost to breaking. Only blood could renew them. Fortunately, my blood is old and heady. The Wardens will find it a costly draft. Their prisoner is unique. An impossibility. The things he has seen! They refuse to speak of him, but they cannot perform this working themselves. They need me. And I will have answers.”