Tharion took one last long glance at the building that was once the halls of the Netherbane. He watched as people from all races and all castes ran into and out of it, speaking to the auctioneers and trading their hard earned coin for goods. He sighed heavily. Perhaps it was better this way, however. His last time there he was visited by a ghost from his deep past, and the ensuing battle left a woman dead and both the building and his mind shattered. Yes, perhaps it was truly better. Too many memories there. Too much history that needed to be purged. Another demon hunter. Tharion growled deeply.