Mund’s Journal

Shadowfell January 1891

A few cousins came and a few cousins left, I don’t even think dad noticed they were there, he went blind a few days ago and doesn’t really pay attention when people talk. Some of the regulars at the House of the Black Lantern came by to pay their respects. Rend will be back soon with the kids. Thank Gruumsh she got them out of the house.

Mid’Evan is watching the inn for us as we take care of dad. She’s been with him since he took over the inn so many years ago. Has always treated me like another son, my sore bottom as a child if proof of that! Now she’s doing the same with my kids. Which is good, Turk is starting to learn the business and he needs being put in his place every once in a while.

Kylune has visited daily. I reassured him that we would keep him on as one of the inn’s hunters. He’s been a good hunter, I would keep him on with or without my dad’s wishes.

Finally Dad breathed his last ragged breath, it’s been a long time coming. Orcs are not meant to live long. We are meant to go out fighting. This has been painful for him but at least it’s over.

A week later Sha’drath appears in my office with the letter that dad had given him a few months back. We discuss a few contracts, he hands me the letter, offers a condolence for my dad’s death, and then teleports away. I’m left standing there with my dad’s final missive…