As the `party guests' wandered, it felt its spirits soar as their very presence imbued it with an energy that would only build and build until finally, it could take on a more substantial form and walk upon solid ground once again.
All would then know of its existence, and those summoned would come to appreciate the divine calling and what it represented. If not, destruction and eternal damnation would be their only reward.
Then, a movement to his left caught his attention…
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“Vot on earth is going on down here?” said Count Jocular as he emerged from a second tunnel to Deirdre's right. “I vill not haff such naughtiness going on in my town. Who ze deffil are you, foul creature from somevhere else who seems to be suffering from a fery nasty case of ze verbal diarrhoeas? Speak, zo zat
