Sir Prisha shouted madly, straining against the arms restraining him as the two people behind him pulled him back. He nearly charged straight at Shade. And "Fiend from the Outer Realms" was not a term from this era at all, but an extremely ancient expression. Shade had to think for a moment before he could translate it.
Shade frowned slightly and held the awakened cat closer. The sleepy cat stared curiously at the madman with its large amber eyes. It wriggled free from Shade's arms and jumped onto the tea table, but no one had the attention to spare for what it intended to do.
After cursing Shade, the mad Sir Prisha once again roared at everyone:
"You do not understand, none of you understand! It is coming! This really is the final chance!"
His eyeballs spun so rapidly in their sockets that they seemed about to fly out. Shade had never known human eyes capable of such a feat:
"Quick, praise Termination with me! Praise the world with me! Thank the gods, thank all things, thank everything that has already passed away, thank me, thank you, thank all of everything!"
As he spoke, he gave up trying to rush at Shade and instead threw back his head in laughter:
"Rhodes Cards are truly magnificent! Just like the Believers of the Blood Feast, longing to become food for the gods! O earth, grant me strength! O ocean, become light with me! O sky, let me soar freely."
Shade understood the latter half. It was the climactic aria from the famous opera "Dickens' Tragedy," something even illiterate city gangsters could hum a few lines of.
"When I saw him at the farewell banquet in Tobesk, I never expected Sir Prisha to have gone completely mad."
Shade turned to Miss Danist. Everyone