Gadgetzan was not the most mysterious of places to have a secret meeting. Between the screeching chatter of the goblins and the insane buzzing of their beloved creations, low whispers and spooky, dark corners were quite out of the question. “I'm sure you all know why I'm here, by now,” mumbled the mass of cloak. The voice was thin and rasping, but obviously young. One of the humans began to snicker, but was silenced with a wave of a hand by one seemed to be the leader by his somewhat-shaven visage. This one quickly leaned forward. “The sword, eh? Like everyone else that comes down here.”