- John Blackstar: Mara, how did you find us?
- Mara: [matter of factly] Magic. But the spell has left me very weak.
- Rif: Well, I'll never be dry again.
- John Blackstar: Poor Rif. He hates water so much, he holds his nose when he drinks it.
- Neptul: The Overlord is coming to reclaim his starsword, Blackstar. Surrender it now or suffer the concequences.
- John Blackstar: Sorry Neptul, it's hard to find another Starsword in my size.
- Neptul: Take them! And do not be gentle.
- John Blackstar: Klone, do you have any idea where we are?
- Klone: Yes: hopelessly lost.
- John Blackstar: Oh, thanks.
- [grins]
- John Blackstar: I was worried.