Row 1 Box 1: VESUVIUS tries to hold back a grin.
Row 1 Box 2: Nungo turns to a map of the city they came
from, of 1930’s Chicago. “You did
well. It’s the first victory we’ve had
in a long time. But we need to get more
anchors or we’re doomed.”
Row 1 Box 3: Nungo looks closely at a spot on the map marked
museum. “Tomorrow, I’m sending you out
again. But for tonight…you
celebrate. You earned it.”
Row 2 Box 1 The two of them walk back out into the market.
Row 2 Box 2 The two of them walk into a tavern full of
creatures and humans in quasi Victorian garb.
Everyone there greets them.
Row 3 Box 1 VESUVIUS dances on a table with a lot of other
people that look like him.
Row 3 Box 2 SLUICE dances with a lot of people who look like
him.
Row 3 Box 3 SLUICE dances on a table with people who look
like him.
Row 3 Box 4 Broken table.
Row 4 Everyone laughs heartily except the forlorn barkeep in
the corner.
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