An uneasy tension can be felt in the ramschackle village of the Fimir. For it has been two days now that the Witch-hag Araznaroa has not left her lair. From afar it looks like a buch of rocks trhown atop eachother, barely resembling what us humans could best describe as a stone hut. Was it not for some smoke coming out of a vent hole, accompanied by the stench of some foul stew with ingredients that would make mortal man hurl, no man would think a creature could call it its home. But indeed, this cavehouse has been home to the Meargh Araznaroa for almost 4000 years. She is by far the oldest and most ugly of all Meargh's. And even as her powers are fading with age, her mind is still as sharp and cunning as an Elvish blade. The entire warrior clan have gathered around her hut, which is the central building. Two days has Araznaroa locked herself away with the orb Balor brought with him on his last raid. Pretty soon after, the mist that surrounds the village started slowly desolving around the Meargh's lair. Exposing the building and most of the open ground around it to the Sun. Something, none of the Fimm have ever seen before. Mind you, this is the Albion sun, more like a grey ball hanging there, not like the yellow one seen in the lands of South. It was seen by many as an unfavorable omen. She had forbode her warrior caste to disturb her and only her most trusted of Shearls had been coming and going. Some had been reported carrying messages to the far end of Albion. Others preforming more menial tasks but still out of ordinary.

"Next one that comes out better tell me something..." an evil frown forming above Balor's eye."...or I'll bash his skull in with my tail." Next to him stands Moloch who is pointing at the hut. "Look Balor, there comes E'earl, our mistress' favorite Shearl. Quickly grab him!" As the surpised underling came scurrying out of the hut, hand in front of the eye to block out the painfull sun he did not notice the tail that swept him to the floor. Shaking his head he gets back on his feet only to discover being surrounded by Fimm Warriors. The tone of his scaly greenish-blue hide turn considerably lighter. "M... my Lord, fogiveness Lord, blinded by the sun I did not see his Magnificence' tail. Please to let me pass, our mistress has given me a task of great importance, I besiege thé to grant me clearance." For a creature this ugly being so eloquent and gracious seems unnaturel. And it certainly does not impress Balor. "Listen to me you posh puffter, you will tell me now what our Hag is up to. Is she in peril? Should we go in to save her from the orb?" Spittle flying from his beak lands on the terrified Shearl. "What is it you must bring her that is so important! Tell me or die!" "I will only tell you this my liege if you put me down first!" the little Shearl protested. "Okay, there you go E'earl, now don't think of running of now tell me!!!" "I shall whisper it in your ear O, one of the Evil-eye."
So Balor gets closer so the Shearl can whisper in his ear; "My mistress wants me to get her..." "Well... out with it!" Balor impatiently replied. "She..she wants,..." E'earl stumbles along "she wants popcorn." The weirdest face a one-eyed creature could pull must have been on Balors. While his brain was spinning at what he just heard. "Popcorn, popcorn...popcorn!!!" His mind races, just when he snappes out of it he notices the Shearl allready ran of in his confusion!

So later that evening a puzzled Balor sits atop a rock overlooking the village. Strange sounds can be heard from the hut of Araznaroa. Noised are muffled by the rockbuilding. They sound odd, something like; Cheer, Boo, Ooh, Aah and sometimes even laughing and stomping. Balor has an uneasy feeling in his stomach. And no it is not caused by the gruel!!!