On the second floor of his manor, Ballard sat across from the mysterious robed individual.
An eerie silence hung in the air as the Master, overseeing the Cult of Bone's mission here in Ravenfell, emotionlessly gazed at the old, portly councilor.
Ives Ballard, on the other hand, seemed like all color had been drained from his face. Partly because of the sudden arrival of Master, but mostly because of the pain and sorrow he felt from losing his son… his heir.
It can't be, it can't be…
The same thought continued to echo inside his mind.
Hayes, my son, did you… did you really leave us?
The Master's words snapped Ballard out of his daze. With his appearance ever hidden inside the shadows of his hood, he coldly muttered, "Where were you going?"
Ballard slowly raised his head, trying to peer into the darkness caused by the Master's hood. But he couldn't see through his appearance, despite sitting only a few meters away from him.
