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Disto sat in quiet contemplation, the horrific events passed still caging him in a matrix of madness. He looked down at his worn hands and disfigured, scarred limbs due to the horrific beating he was given from two former friends, his eyes glowed with hatred, but his mind with regret. The darkened skies of western Kalimdor had caused his once tanned skin to pale, he stood up and stretched out his weary body, his knees clicked and elbows cracked with even the slightest of movements.

Out of sheer depression, Disto let out a hellish shriek, his voice echoed off the hills and played the voice back to Disto, a tear fell over his cheek as he was only reminded of the wicked thing he had done, he wanted to turn back time, integrate himself back into society, “Surely, they must have forgotten me now, they must think I’m dead! They did, they buried me, yes, they must’ve collected the bounty!” Disto thought to himself. He summoned the smallest of fireballs in his palm, he grinned. Disto slung the fireball up into the skies, watching as it vanished from sight, letting out a hair lifting cackle.

Disto began to walk, leaning onto his walking stick as he did, not even middle aged and he needs a walking stick to get anywhere. Disto grimaced, he would return to the world once more, a different gnome, undercover, hidden by his very disfigurements. “A new name! Yes, I must think of a name, what can I call myself?” Disto let a wicked grin crawl over his face as he slung another fireball into a stack of boxes when he walked by it, leaving it in flames as he proceeded.

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