[Illidan had been lingering among the humans and other mortals, not so much out of necessity but rather he had little else to do. Much of the fuss and nonsense was below him, but apparently one such human thought to bring the nonsense to him.

What in Elune's name did this half-dead mortal fool think he could possibly need from hi-oh, right. The blindfold. Likely assumed him completely blind. Still, witht he way some of these people approached him, he wondered what happened to a good healthy dose of demonic stranger danger.]

Not dying in my presence would be appreciated. The last thing I need is the squeamish mortals running here assuming I had something to do with it.