Freyda: This chapter is called ‘the suspicion’ because I finally suspect something is wrong.
Godric: I raised my daughter to have smarts.
Freyda: Ah look at these nice peasants working peacefully in the fields.
Peasants: Yes, milord. Right-o.
Freyda: What the… these peasants… are demons?
Alaric: They are all demon worshippers! We must kill all of the peasants with the fires of our holy convictions!
Freyda: This seems awfully like that Warcraft III mission where you had to kill innocent civilians infected with the undead plague.
Alaric: I don’t like you, Freyda.
Freyda: Also, why is it that the demons don’t fight back. It’s almost as if… this is staged… to convince me of something or other…
Laszlo: Did someone say killing peasants? Laszlo looooove to kill peasants.
Alaric: Yes, get to work! Now take these new red troops with you. The clock is ticking.
Freyda: But where are the portals? Where’s the proof? All I see around us is murder.
Alaric: Here’s my proof. St. Isabel said to kill the demon worshipers. We listen to her blindly. I suggest you do the same. Oh, and one more thing.
Freyda: What’s that?
Alaric: Kiss my ass.
Freyda: I’m beginning to suspect something strange is going on.
Laszlo: Who cares. Let’s go kill some peasants.
Meanwhile… in an undisclosed location…
Biara: Yes, I’m masquerading as St. Isabel.
Sovereign: We are sooooo eeeeeeeeevil. Mwa ha ha!
Biara: So eeeeeeeeeevil! It’s good to be bad.
Sovereign: And bad to be good!
Biara: Mwa ha ha ha ha!
Sovereign: You are so evil and bad, Biara.
Biara: So, you are so evil and bad, my lord.
And they continued this conversation for several more hours.