Now that the Kingdom of Eilysh was once again safe, a heavy heart of reality darkened what should be the joy of victory. A comrade had fallen prey to the vices of those that would control power for their own agenda. Dori, the peasant, slowly walked over to the clown wig. She picked it up gently and with proclamation, "I am not the simple peasant woman whom you know as the turnip plower. I concealed myself amongst you so as to hide myself from the Wizard of Zane. I can bring Alexander back by putting this wig over my noggin. Much like a blood hound can sniff out someone." The man peasant remarked while seemingly drooling on himself, "You’re the White Witch of Northmost Hyperborea? I thought you were the cotton candy guy!"