My work on Balnazzar is done. I've been fortunate enough to find a guild in need of a warrior and have been whisked away to improve life elsewhere. Thank you all for the pugs, the occasionally perceptive trade chat banter, and the brisk blacksmithing business.
It's always difficult to summarize one's feelings for a broad group of people, but a rather wise, if short, individual once did a pretty good job of it, so I think I'll just let him speak for me:
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Pip pip cheerio, bob's your uncle and all that. Don't do anyone I wouldn't do.