>>5685982As you advance upon him menacingly, gun in hand, the defenceless and helpless druid sobs and pleads:
-Wait-wait! Please! Do not slay me! I know such secrets, I possess such power! I know... I know... I can give you weapons. Magic! Riches! Goats! Wait! Nooo! Please... Mortmain, Mortmain! I know his plan... I know of the Clock Tree! The Tree of the Stars... He hunts for the Mask, to bring to the Foundry... that is what will free her! She Who Is Three... I will tell you everything, please - please let me live! Noooo, please! If ...if I must die, please, please - have mercy on my beautiful lover, I mean daughter, Annalena (The Druid desperately caresses his hand-puppet goat skull in a tearful farewell embrace) spare her virtue! Do not ravish my voluptuous beloved... I mean, my innocent daughter! My life for hers! We shall never be parted! We shall be together again; I will see you soon, my love -