The dark haired woman and Thog, the half orc look at the halfling off panel below them. “Thog! Get your big green ass down here!” yells someone off panel. “I think your friends need you,” the woman says to Thog. “Halfling is not friend of Thog,” the half orc replies.
“Are you gonna help him?” the dark haired woman asks the half orc. “Thog deciding,” says the half orc, looking up at the heavens.
“Are you always this indifferent about all your party members?” the woman asks Thog. “Thog really not like halfling,” he replies. “And that really doesn’t answer the question,” she says.
Deciding she’s not going to get an answer from Thog, the woman says, “Well, if you need help shoving him off another balcony, you know where to find me.” nudging the half orc’s arm playfully.
Thog laughs joyfully, amused by what the woman said. He turns to leave. “Thog will keep this is mind,” he says over his shoulder, while the woman smiles back.
The half orc is gone, and the woman is left alone on the balcony of the tower. She looks down at the scene below her, and laughs, amused, for the moment, by what happened.
“PC almost dead, and an adventure of the rails,” says a voice behind the woman, causing her to flinch, nervously glancing behind her.
Illuminated by the door of the lighthouse, a dark hooded figure with yellow eyes glares, saying “This is your doing, isn’t it?”