[Once Faust gets the word from Mauri and then passes the word to him, the only thing to do is to gather everyone else. No sense in wasting time. The voice that sounds in the evenings isn't going to be waiting to speak, after all.

He seeks everyone he can, everyone who's not from this world that he can tell. Please meet... in the town hall, He rasps. There's something... important... everyone needs to know. One person, then another, until he's fairly sure he's found everyone.

He moves to stand before the group, trying to steady himself for so much attention. But, with Faust at his side, it is divided between the both of them.]

Sorry to... take you all... from your work. But Faust and I... have something to... tell you all... We know what... the voice is... and... there's a reason... we've all been hearing it.