Nite was researching personal ventures at the Institute of War when panicked summoners, support staff and others were running around with a look of panic. Nite ran into the hall and stopped someone who was running by, grabbing him by the shoulders, "What is happening here!"
"Baron Nashor has escaped!" said the scared man, an apprentice summoner, Nite noticed from a glance at his robe. The hextech communication devices strategically placed around the Institute buzzed and a voice came out.
"There is nothing to worry about, Baron Nashor has escaped, but he headed straight for the Shurima Desert, away from civilized areas, please return to your work."
Nite winced at the Institute's carelessness.
The Mighty Baron Nashor has escaped and they're doing nothing? Well, this is sure to upset the balance.
"Balance in all things," muttered Nite as he went to his suite. Upon arrival he gathered his belongings and set off towards the south. After travelling throughout the day he arrived at Mogron Pass and decided to set up camp.