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[Zarlox]

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The evening breeze was cold and unsettling as Zarlox sat in the run down building he had been using as a headquarters within the City. The resistance against Bailos and his men had been gathering a good bit of support, but Zarlox had not ordered a strike as of yet.

"Even Talon himself never declared himself King of Sanctus" Zarlox thought to himself as he reviewed the reports of the day. Then this business with Lung rot. Lung rot? There had never been an outbreak of disease in Sanctus of any kind before; now suddenly right before Bailos declares himself "King" there are several?

Zarlox shook his head. The stench of evil and corruption surrounded the whole situation. He had wanted to wait a bit longer before doing this, to ensure that he had enough men, and that they were ready. However, his hand had been forced.

"Robert!" he called.
A scruffy looking young man that might have been in his early twenties entered the room.
"Yes sir" the man responded as he snapped to attention.
After pausing for a moment Zarlox looked to the man and continued with a serious expression. "Awake the cells, it is time for action"
Zarlox saw a quick grin break the mans otherwise statuesque manner as he responded. "Aye sir, it shall be done"

The man then turned and left the room, leaving Zarlox to ponder the things to come.