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To wage his war my brother needs this the final piece of the Crown of Bethmoora and this map to the location of the Golden Army chamber. The Golden Army. The harbingers of death. The unstoppable tide. Howdy Doody. Your Highness if you hand the crown piece over to us... No. Where it goes I go. My father died to uphold the truce with your world. You must honor his noble intention. The lady's in dire danger. I take it you're vouching for her Agent Sapien? Most emphatically. Yes I am. Even so. I am sorry but we simply cannot assume such responsibility on our own. The lady just lost her father. What more do you want? You may not care but there are procedures rules and little handbooks... She's coming with us. You got that Gas Bag? What did you call me? You. You will pay for what happened to my friend down there. Yeah right. You take checks? Demon. Born from a womb of shadows. Sent to destroy their world and you still believe you belong. Are we gonna talk all night? 'Cause I'm really sleepy.