Xavros: Only question is where we should go?
Thog: Thog liked tavern.
Xavros and Thog stand at the foot of the lighthouse. Xavros stands to the left and slightly behind Thog, a finger tapping against his face.
“Only question is where we should go?” wonders Xavros out loud.
Thog holds his hands out to the side, looking away from Xavros.
“Thog liked tavern,” says Thog.
Closeup of Thog from the chest up, standing in front of the base of the lighthouse where it meets the keeper’s house. He is facing in the direction Xavros is standing off panel.
“Beer good, beds warm,” says Thog. “Solid walls. Good for defense while halfling heals.”
Closeup of Xavros from the chest up, standing in front of the base of the lighthouse. He is looking towards where Thog is standing off panel, as he points towards the right.
“Not a bad idea, Thog,” says Xavros. “The last tavern isn’t that far away. We could make it before midnight if we hurry.”
Xavros and Thog stand in front of the base of the lighthouse tower. Xavros is pointing down at where Horbin is presumably lying at their feet. Thog has his arms crossed across his chest, as he stares down at Horbin.
“However, you might have to carry Horbin,” says Xavros.
Xavros and Thog are standing in front of the base of the lighthouse where it meats the lighthouse keeper’s house. Xavros has a hand behind his head as he looks to the side, away from Thog, a shifty expression on his face. Beside him, Thog looks at him, an unimpressed expression on his face.
“As well as his pack,” Xavros adds. “I don’t have the strength to carry it.”
Thog stands in front of a black background, outlined in white to contrast him from the background. He is looking at something as his feet, eyes narrowed.
“Thog was right,” Thog says.
Close up of Thog’s face with the side of the keeper’s house barely seen behind him. He is looking down, his brows furrowed, and half his face is in shadows.
“Thog not lucky,” says Thog.