This is going to be about Bartz, the undead merchant and it explains what has happened in the year ever since he left Allac.
Bartz had fled Allac, along with his shop, he could not possibly leave it behind. Through the harsh winter, he had once again lived meager, somewhat nomadic lifestyle, making his living out of selling and exchanging goods with passing travellers, adventurers, soldier squads, scouts, spies, thieves and the like. It was not a pretty existence, but was one he had known his entire life, well, his second life anyway. Every once in a while, he would find a village or a town, where he could do some more bartering, increasing his wares and fortune. This continued until the middle of summer, when he came to a startling realization: he has become too wealthy to continue his travelling lifestyle.
What he thought would be a simple decision, to settle in a town, became a tough nut to crack, as wherever he went, he encountered different kinds of obstacles, from corrupt leaders, murderous gangs, cutthroat laws and the like. It was then, when he thought that he had visited one place that was not so bad... Allac. Of course it had curse problems, but he was not so normal himself, was he? There was one problem though, he was REALLY far away from Allac, but he set his sights towards it.
In his travels, he learned not only the price of items, but also the value of changes, in people, their souls and the world they inhabit. It was time for him to change as well.