Hannibal appears with the choking smell of sulphur and smoke. Your Ballator's eyes sting from the thick fog of ash and sparks that fly around him, and the grass wilts beneath his feet, burned by the heat of his hooves. "Welcome," Hannibal's eyes glow from behind the shroud, "to my Legion."
Lowlord Hannibal is pleased to usher you into the realm of his Legion. Your Ballator is now officially under the guidance of Lowlord Hannibal!
Your horse's patronage is listed on it's plaque.
Hannibal's Legion is now 33 members strong.
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