Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Davion] You can say that again.

Pray for me, for yourself, for us all

Gods damn it. No. Wait!

So, you're saying she's your type?

I changed my mind.

I'm used to ladies, you know, recognizing me,

[indistinct chatter]

Maybe then you'll grow some balls, who gets a big one, hero.

Dyfed. Adara. Idwal.

[Mirana] You're right, Marci.

-Are you all right? -[female acolyte] Goddess?

You must trust me now, Father.

Phantoms. Her illusions. How interesting.

[pensive music]

or would you prefer an escort to the Garrison

As I was saying.

[exhales deeply]

So, move aside or explain to your superiors

Where I come from, they're everywhere.

I will explain.

I realize that hardly narrows it down.

[sighs] Look, it's complicated.

[soldier] Get the horses.

[Zet] We are the mind divided against itself.

Well, yes. But, no, I…

Just tell me. I trusted you enough to come with you.

The flower's movements.

I am helping you.

You don't run because you're Davion.

[suspenseful music]

[Mene] Help me?

I'll join you by week's end, Slyrak or no Slyrak.

And not a whisper to him that I've learned to use his pools this way.