"How many times is this already? Are we going to have a meeting every time the Innkeeper sneezes?" asked a disgruntled dwarf as he slammed his axe on the table in front of him.
"I hope not," said Ballom lamely. "Unless his every sneeze can bend the karma of an entire realm, and give off traces of ages past. The latest reports from the Inn suggest that a trace of the Nether's karma was detected during the fluctuations."
Someone in the room full of Dao Lords scoffed.
"So what? No living being that has ever entered the Nether has ever returned, and nothing from within has ever exited. If it weren't for the ancient stories from the Primordial Age, the Nether wouldn't even be worthy of notice. If he wants to go solve that mystery, he's more than welcome to. I don't see why we should care."
Silence filled the room, and not even Ballom answered, though it seemed like he knew why they were having this meeting. For once, he wasn't the one who called it.
