"No, sorry! I can't! You see, it was the third incantation against daemons which forced them to constantly speak. And by a common coincidence, the fourth incantation prevents any other incantation from being placed on or removed from the daemon. I am physically, mentally, socially, and daemonically unable to keep from speaking. And worse, you'll find that in this mind you will never be able to escape from the sound of my voice. All of this I am terribly sorry about, but it is immutable. You'll have to either die or leave this place forever. Until you do either, you will constantly hear my voice, and it is only amplified by your harming of Friesden. Well, I can't really say I'm sorry about it, really. You caused Friesden, my light, my life, my song, my love, the source of all good things, to be wounded. You will suffer, I am happy to note, for a long time. A long time, incidentally, is a phrase and idiom lost to ancient times, but which used to be the slang for death, torture, and punishment. For example, someone who was punished 'a long time' would be the slang for someone being executed. This is, of course, before pony times. Ponies have emerged only relatively recently, in the last five thousand years, but already they have accomplished many great things, Klatch being only the least among these great things. First, of course, comes the great Oaster of Mar, which is still lost, but legend says it has the power to turn the path of the sea. The same power was attributed to the god Ingest 1.5 thousand years ago, but was deemed heretical almost three hundred years ago, following a falling out between the Prime Archon and the Princess of Hollowfields. Interestingly, the war there was almost completely non violent. This is the third war that has resulted in less than five percent casualties in pony times."