- "No, old coot, you won't leave, says the gambler.
- You won't get away so easily, by Saint John!
- You mentioned this traitorous Death, who's been killing all our friends.
- Since you're his spy, tell us where he is or you'll regret it, by God and the holy sacrament!
- Aren't you one of Death's henchmen, intent upon killing us young guys?"