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[Balbanes [Banned]]

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Dusk settled over the mountains, as well as the wood and stone buildings of Minoc. A faint light from the four moons, Trammel, Malas, Felucca, and Ilshenar was cast over the streets of the town...The clouds settled over, partially blocking the Ilshenar Moon, and it began to rain hard, every tiny drop making a crackling noise against the cobblestones of Minoc's roads. And up on the hill near the stables, a hooded figure in an extremely dark purple robe stood.

"So this is the cesspool Swiftar chose? He has'nt even cleaned up the mess the dwarves left behind. Pitiful, just pitiful." The hooded figure lifted his left hand over his head, as his index finger graced the cloth of his hood and pushed it back. It was indeed, the Lord of Azeroth, Balbanes, alone and incognito.

He walked down to the bank, and pulled a bottle of oil from his belt. He then proceeded to withdraw a lantern and match from his satchel, and lit it to read one of the many papers nailed to the walls of the buildings all over Minoc. "Well done Lord Myrdra..." he said, speaking of Bailos. "Your psychological games do a...satisfactory job in fooling Swiftar....as well as make up for the idiocy you displayed in losing those plans that you were going to 'suprise' me with." he cackled under his breath... "The whole world still thinks your the supreme leader of Azeroth...and thats exactly the way we want it...for now."

Balbanes reached back behind his neck, and with a graceful, maligant touch, pulled his hood back up and walked into the southeastern distance towards the gate, on his way back to Azeroth.