[Anghel gasps, clutching his manila folder like an oversized good luck charm. The window behind him rattles nervously again.] Truly, Fey Wanderer? Can the prophecy still be told, while the arrayed forces of Pandaemonium swarm and besiege us from all sides!?

[Because this is, like, the fifth bookstore he's tried! That adds up to an awful lot of fans. And contrary to his hopes, none of them seem that keen on broadening their reading horizons on a day like today.]