Meanwhile... During the sword battle against the fiends manifesting themselves on the grounds of the clock tower,one goblinesque figure has been watching everything intently. He feels something for the humans... Sympathy? No. Inner cynicism? Perhaps. And yet, he's fascinated by how they continue to fight. Suddenly, his gaze lands on one of the younger females of the family... Hearing the name "Moppet" being bandied about, he is in utter amazement at how his pretty little trick has grown. From one ablation all this has started? He seizes the girl, disappearing in a flash of light or possibly just another piece of parlor magic. Thus the seeds for both families have been sown in this ancient Western battlecamp of a ghost town above and ooky labyrinth below.