We see Horbin the halfling laying on grass, glaring above him. “I’m see a lot of blood down hear while I’m hearing a lot of yammering up there,” he calls out above him. We do not actually see any blood.
We pan out to see more of the lighthouse, although not high up enough to see where the half-orc, the wizard, and the womean with black hair are standing. Horbin the halfling is a shadow on the ground as he continues to call up to his companions. “How much blood does a halfling even have? Xavros? Thog!”
Back near the top of the lighthouse, the wizard, woman, and the half orc are standing at the balcony. The wizard looks frustrated as he laments “I knew we should have hired a cleric.” Beside him, the woman is smiling as she stares down at Horbin, clearly amused by what she sees. Next to her, the half-orc watches her reaction, studying her.
The wizard is standing by himself, illuminated by the light from the door. “I’m coming, Horbin!” he shouts down to his companion. His companion, off panel, is amused by this and says back. “Heh. Phrasing!”
The wizard has left, leaving the dark haired woman and the half-orc standing alone on the balcony. The dark haired woman is still smirking, looking down at what happened to the halfling. She is watched by the half orc, who is raising an eyebrow, and has a hand behind his head.
“Thog never seen halfling punted that far by a human” The dark haired woman seems shocked and perhaps worried by this sudden statement by the half orc. She stands alone, surrounded by black, emphasizing her feelings of dread.
On the balcony, the dark haired woman, looking surprised and a bit worried stutters “I . . I can explain?”. Beside her the half-orc, Thog, raises his hands to placate her. “Thog not make self clear” he says.
We see a close up view of Thog’s face, which takes up the full panel. He is smirking. “Thog impressed,” he says.