Blondie, love. I know what I'm doing, they won't know what the boy looks like! I'm already on the top of the lynch list, I might as well expand my resume of bad deeds, perhaps you'd like to volunteer?
Spoiler: Haldavar the Red, by Orestes the Bard.
"Hear now of Haldavar, whose unholy spell
Eclipsed the moon, and shook the Hells!
Yes, hear of Haldavar with beard of snow,
With tottering footsteps, with wrinkled brow.
Oh fell Haldavar, whose wicked art
Could cloak the foulness of his lustful heart."