Veronica: I think your friends need you.
Thog: Halfling is not friend of Thog.
Horbin: Thog! Get your big green ass down here!”
Veronica: Are you gonna help him?
Thog: Thog is deciding.
Veronica: Are you always this indifferent about all your party members?
Thog: Thog really not like halfling.
Veronica: And that really doesn’t answer the question.
Veronica and Thog stand in front of the balcony entrance to the lighthouse, illuminated by the yellow light of the interior of the lighthouse. Veronica and Thog are looking down at Horbin who is somewhere off panel. Veronica is holding her left harm with her right hand, eyebrow raised, a skeptical expression on her face. Beside her, Thog is standing with hunched shoulders, visibly agitated, and his brow furrowed.
“I think your friends need you,” says Veronica as she observes the scene below her.
“Halfling is not friend of Thog,” states Thog, his fingers curling at the statement.
Below them, Horbin’s voice can be heard off panel. “Thog!” he shouts. “Get your big green ass down here!”
Veronica and Thog are standing front of an all light blue panel, outlined in white to help contrast them against the background. Veronica is holding out her hand not next to Thog in an almost pointing gesture, eyebrow raised, as she asks “Are you gonna help him?”
Thog looks upward, a grumpy expression on his face, his arms crossed. “Thog is deciding,” he says.
Veronica and Thog are standing front at the balcony of the lighthouse. The lighthouse from the bottom of the balcony to the top of the building is visible, with the exception of parts covered with speech bubbles. Veronica is looking at Thog as she talks, her right hand elbow resting on her left arm as she gestures. Thog meanwhile, watches the ground below them.
“Are you always this indifferent about all your party members,” Veronica asks.
“Thog really not like halfling,” Thog replies.
“And that really doesn’t answer the question.
Veronica stands in front of the left side of the stone archway that leads into the interior of the lighthouse, her right elbow out as if she just playfully jabbed Thog’s arm, which is slightly visible. She has a darkly playful smirk on her face.
“Well, if you need help shoving him off another balcony, you know where to find me,” she says.
The following panel is split in two horizontally at a diagonal angle.
Thog is in front of an all light pink background, outlined in white to help contrast him. Only his head, neck, shoulders, and upper chest are visible. His eyes are closed, and his face is upturned and to the right as he laughs gleefully, indicated by the white, handwritten “Ha” “Ha” laughter text sprinkled throughout the panel.
Veronica and Thog are standing in front of the lighthouse’s balcony entrance. Thog is facing towards the interior of the tower and he prepares to leave Veronica on the balcony, who is looking at him with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Thog will keep this in mind,” he says as he departs, a smirk on his lips as he looks back over his shoulder at her.
Panel 6Veronica stands leaning over the edge of the balcony, alone, looking down at the scene below her. She laughs quietly to herself, indicated by a black handwritten font around her head saying, “Heh. Heh”
Veronica’s body is facing to the left as she faces the balcony railing, the entrance to the lighthouse presumably behind her to the right. She is actively cringing, her hands up in surprise, her shoulders hunched over, as she is looking behind her with a visible sense of dread.
“PC almost dead, and an adventure off the rails,” says an unseen voice behind her.
A humanoid man in dark robes [GM] is in front of an all light yellow panel (the same color as the interior of the lighthouse), outlined in white to help contrast him. All that is visible of the man is his shoulders/head, which are shrouded in a dark hood. His eyes are entirely yellow with dark black pupils. The top of his face is covered in darkness, with only his nose and mouth showing his skin, which is pale white with a yellow hue. The front of his robe his held together with a golden clasp.
His eyes are narrowed, a sneer on his face as he asks, “This is your doing, isn’t it?”