Improvised Weapon

Panel 1

Thog and Xavros are walking down a path in the middle of the night. Both are wearing backpacks carrying their supplies. Thog is facing to the right as he walks down the road, carrying an unconscious Horbin in his arms, with a small pack hanging off his left arm. Xavros is slightly ahead of Thog, turning to look down at the sleeping Horbin.

“Awww,” exclaims Xavros. “Horbin looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping.”

Panel 2

Thog and Xavros and walking down a path. Behind them in the distance, the lighthouse ca be seen standing at the top of a hill. A tree is to their left, with an old wooden sign on the right. From the forward view, more of what Thog is carrying can be seen, including a variety of javelins that seemed to be strapped to the back of his bag. Two small axes are hanging out ot either side of his bag, with a much larger greataxe extending to the right behind Xavros’s head.

Thog is looking down at Horbin in his hands, who is passed out, his mouth open wide as if mid snore.

“Thog prefers to hold a weapon while traveling,” Thog says.

Xavros looks away from the two, rolling his eyes. “I told you, Thog,” says Xavros, “You can’t drag him behind us using your fifty feet of rope.”

Panel 3

A full body view of Thog and Xavros walking to the right down a grassy path. Behind them is a wooden sign with arrows pointing back towards the lighthouse and away from it. Beyond them a body of water can be seen, with a few rocks jutting out above the surface.

“Thog will not be able to protect Xavros if there is an encounter,” says Thog.

Xavros turns back to face his fellow party member. “I can cast firebolt you know,” says Xavros.

Panel 4

Thog and Xavros walk down a path, the lighthouse in the distance behind him. Thog looks down at Horbin in his arms, a raised eyebrow and a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Thog could use halfling as an improvised weapon,” says Thog.

Xavros looks over at Thog, a skeptical expression on his face.

Panel 5

Close up of Xavros laughing. His hand is resting on Thog’s shoulder, who is partially off panel, who looks over at Xavros.

“You’re really quite the jokester for a half-orc, Thog,” Xavros laughs.

Panel 6

Close up of Thog’s face a black background behind him. He is looking to the right, where Xavros is off panel.

“Thog not,” Thog begins. However, whatever he was going to say is cut off.

“Well, howdy there, strangers,” says an unknown voice coming from off panel to the right.