[Sion is full of surprises. Here is Belthazar, listening to someone after his own heart, and he's shocked. Someone who openly embraces change and wants to erase corruption. Someone who understands what it's like to be ground beneath the heels of nobility, to have filth thrown at them instead of money, to taste the bitter grounds of someone's false charity rather than kindness.

Adrasteius was the first person Belth had ever met with such aspirations, and here is a second. And Belthazar's world gets a little bigger.]

My name is Belthazar-- Belthazar Anor'thalion.

[He wishes he could pause his work and talk forever, but he has to multitask too. Thankfully, it's something he is also good at.]

My home is a beautiful city with rotten roots. Before, the inequality was not so noticeable. A common man of considerable talent could still rise up in the ranks. The elves' tradition of closemindedness only served to destroy Quel'thalas that much faster, however.

The survivors-- few as they were-- desperately sought power without fear of the consequences, and that only made the divide wider. I fear it has nearly brought about our ruin. Tell me, stranger: what good can come of rebuilding a society with stolen magic? None. Those who take what is not theirs deserve what comes their way threefold.

My views jeopardized my position as an apprentice. I was accused of something I did not do, and now... I must start over.

[He shakes his head.]

Now I'm the one rambling. What I mean to say is that the path I chose is closed to me, and I do not know what, if anything, can be done about it.