[Anghel perks up immediately, the vanishing crowd forgotten for now.] Yes! Behold...!

[Improbably gripping his folder with his wingtips, he brandishes it like a sword. It's probably sharp enough to give someone a paper cut, at least; he's had to look after his stationery since arriving here, darn it.]

In this Lost Sea of the Damned, the threads of Fate are wont to tangle and sink from mortal sight. I must deliver the prophecy of old to its rightful disciples, lest all be swept away in the calamitous tide.

[Which explains everything.]