My dear brother Alexi. What a fool I was to spare his life. I looked into the face of the enemy, one of the undead, and let him live.$B$B<Weldon spits.>$B$BHe now searches for MY inheritance. This simply cannot happen.$B$BFind my family's deeds before that vile retch gets his boney hands upon them and I shall reward you with vast riches. They lay in the ruins of the Scholomance. Make haste!