“The Pequot think me a magic man, a shaman; they call me Mamunappeht. But that is just a name. But these—” He gestured to the rows of masks. Well over a hundred of them lined the walls. “They are who I truly am. Each one contains a spirit, a soul.” He smirked. “In a way I am their guardian. Like you, they were tortured souls all. I have given them a place to harbor, a sanctuary to escape their torment. They live with me, in me. I am but the sum of all of them.”
