Virgil! Virgil get in here!

I await my master's command.

Look into the scrying flame, Virgil.

What is the meaning of this? A rainstorm in my canyon?

I didn't ask for this. And the minions are talking about a vision?

They say they saw a white caravan flying through the sky.

How convenient, the first rain in nearly a decade and people are having visions.

I wouldn't think much of it, Master.

But what if it's true?

My liege, what if what is true?

A story they made up about a jolly caravan jaunting around the sky, finally here to deliver

them to paradise?

They can keep waiting for all I care.

Events like these, events that inspire feelings as insipid is hope.

They're troublesome.

They tempt people to step out of line.

And who better than I to punish them when they do?

I'm trusting you on this, Virgil.

Never has your trust been better placed.

Anything else, my lord of hell.

I need some here.

I'm going upside.

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