New Day in Phandalin

After traveling with Zook for a while we come to a town far away from our homes. Strangely enough, the blacksmith that crafted my spear appears to be in the same inn. Being in this town has brought old memories of my father, who died shortly before my apprenticeship. These are memories that I thought long forgotten, most of that time still remains forgotten, but i remember one name clearly, Ularan Mortus. It seems he forced my father to do something he deeply regretted, something to do with "the smell of death." Perhaps fate has brought me here to right the wrongs of my father, perhaps this is a mere coincidence. Either way I have a feeling the next few days will be chaotic and bloody. My spear will like that.