"Bah," says the gypsy leader, waving his hat at Sarryx words as if shooing them away. "Certainly there is a taint upon this land, but one cannot spend his life huddled behind barred doors, in silence, scared that something ill might befall him." He places the feathered hat back upon his head, and adjusts it so it fits just right. "No, it is our song, our life, our virility that keeps the darkness at bay."