(Due to dialogue bubbles overlapping frames, this transcript will be describing multiple panels despite there being just one image)
The panel shows two women standing at a bar. The first, a blonde wearing a braid and a green dress with a brown bodice and an apron wrapped around her waist, is holding a wooden tankard. She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “I just don’t get it!” she says.
The second woman is shorter and curvier, wearing a blue dress and a chef’s apron. Her brown hair is styled in dreads, and she’s holding a glass of what looks like red wine. “Get what?”
The blonde makes a confused gesture, using the hand not holding the tankard. “How the hell does that armor get a +10?” she asks. “Plus 10 to WHAT? Over half her vital organs are exposed!”
The view shifts to show who the blonde was talking about. The panel is dominated by a dark-skinned drow elf with long white hair, wearing a set of armor that seems to consist of a metallic bikini, half a skirt, boots, and about four or five belts.
“Maybe it’s +10 to chafing?” asks the women in blue, off panel. “That armor can’t be comfy. She probably has rashes under that mail.”
We return to the other two women at the bar. The blonde is holding her tankard in a toast. “Chafing…I like it. A toast to +10 chafing armor!” she says with a grin.
The woman in blue returns the toast and the grin. “And to the fact that WE don’t have to WEAR it!” she replies.