-Reflection into the first year after his fathers death to his good friend- "Once my father had passed away, when I was still young, I had to start my training as a Knight. The inheritance would only go so far. From my home town in Northern Lordaeron both my brother, Hugh, and I set south. Our travels were long and odious until we arrived at Southshore, a small fishing village which fortunately for us had a few trading boats heading further South to Stormwind, a city I thought I would never see after the orc ransacking- not that long ago. Upon the voyage the sailors would often eat fresh whale, and below the decks they would be making candles out of blubber. The shear puce stench has put me off fish ever since.