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You see the Witchfinder General of the Oration Church running out hurriedly from his tower, accompanied by his sinister Whitebeak Masked Guards:
- What's all this? What's all this?! Is it a fire? (seeing the Burning River, aghast in horror, visibly shaken) Demons of the Oath And Light...! "Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram..."
In the background, Yazdegerd the Wizard keeps chanting and giggling in a spasmic frenzy:
- Dammit, I'm mad! I don't smell any smoke! There is no smoke! I can't smell anything...
Cymbal the Clown pokes at herself, and wipes the painted tears on her blue face, the bells on her hat laughing and jangling:
Borrow or rob? Borrow, or rob? Step on no pets! Live not on Evil! Live on time - emit no Evil! Won't Lovers Revolt Now? Draw, O Coward! I did! - did I? In Girum Imus Nocte Et Consumimur Igni... Live on time... emit no evil...
You notice that the Oration Witchfinder and his Whitebeak guards are all now gathered upon a flimsy wooden rope bridge overlooking the Burning River. The Witchfinder himself raises his arms to the heavens as he chants in a panicked zealotry, "Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram..." repetitively over and over again, though nothing is happening as the skeletal war-host upon the Burning River seems to advance through the flames.