Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[dreamy music]
[ominous music]
[groaning]
[Fymryn] My people.
Protect the princess!
[soldier 6] Right now. Put down your weapons.
[grunts]
The eternal freedom of oblivion!
Not even the priests can feel Selemene.
-We're not guests, we're prisoners. -[Davion] Yup.
[rumbles]
[glass shatters]
I'm not here to fight you.
[growls]
[somber music]
Fleeting.
[grunts]
[gasps]
Not you. You, come.
What the hell is this made of?