Even in a world of nonsense and whimsical happenings, Malas's world is bleak and dull. Until you fell from the sky in a burst of color and sound.

He gladly leads you around, helping you "find your way home." You were just so naive and trusting. Why would he ever want to let go of the only thing keeping him sane? He could never let you leave.

He leads you by your hand, tight in his grip. He gestured grandly around him with gusto.

"And here is the Treacle Well. Lovely place, isn't it, dear?"