Narration (Marozi): Despite my misunderstanding with the acolytes of the force down by the sheep pens... they have welcomed me into their church with open arms. Or tentacles. As the case may be.

Narration (Marozi): I'm awakening portals in my mind I only half remember...this magical grove is one of Xander's.

Narration (Marozi): A shrine of perpetual spring. Frozen in time. Eternal lavender wisteria bleeding soft frangrance into the street.

Narration (Marozi): A world apart with no effort on Xander's part. Because he's forgotten tha the ever created it.

Narration (Marozi): And that, to me, seems more horrible than anything else. He's blissfully ignorant of the consequences of his power.

Esme: I came to get you. Qureshi's called a meeting. We have real work to do.

Marozi: Thank you for the loaner robe, Bob!

Bob: TK421 Good buddy. Anytime Rafe.

Marozi: Yes master

Bob: Yes master

Marozi: No you master

Esme: Come on!

Esme: Something weird happened. Qureshi won't say anything until all the diamond warriors are present.

Marozi: Something weird happened?

Narration (Marozi): On Eynhallow? Surely not!

Narration (Marozi): When I can count row upon row of battle troops marching across the sky? The sun glints off their fantastical helms...as they array to cast both pure and impure into endless halls of gloaming...to an uncertain end.

Esme: Hurry up will you?!