Mund, Orkan’s Son’s Journal

Shadowfell 1890

Father fell again this morning, he says he won’t make it through the year and once again made me promise I would keep Kylune on as hunter for the inn. Kylune is a competent hunter, I don’t know why he thinks I wouldn’t. But I know it means something to him so I promise him once again that I will keep Kylune on.

Sha’drath is coming today to meet with the werewolves that have decided to get married, apparently they met at some meeting here at the inn years ago before father expanded the House of the Black Lantern. Waiting for the meeting is awkward, I don’t think father has been back in his old office for a few years now but he wanted to see Sha’drath again.

He slowly walks the room taking in the changes I’ve made, a slightly larger desk and chair, I’m not sure how he sat on the human sized one for so long. Glow balls instead of the old candles leaving wax drippings on the floor. New books on the shelves and new metal tipped quills to write with.

Black smoke starts to circle and Sha’drath walks through. Father nods appreciatively towards him and sits. I sit back and listen to them reminisce about the meeting that first put this place on the map. Slowly the conversation circles back to the wedding. Raw meat, red and black decorations, bards, alcohol, fighting pit for the groom and other rivals, numbers get crunched and we work out a price that will fit the couple and us.

As Sha’drath leaves, father passes him an envelope as the smoke starts to close around him. Looking at him quizzically, he responds with “Something for you to have later.”