by Nicholas Killewald

Monday, September 21, 2026

Sitting at my desk, I, acting as narrator, state "Fortunately, you as the reader have an easy way to get answers: I can just tell you." At a fountain in the middle of the Roslori festival grounds (which was seen in exactly one panel during the festival itself), we see numerous wasteland tribals. The fountain is off; the water is still. A few damaged and torn tents are in the background. Narration describes the scene somewhat aptly: "As expected, after the attack the tribals sort of milled about in town, still very confused as to why they were ordered to do what they did." Sure enough, one is looking in the waters of the fountain at her reflection, one is looking at the disabled middle of the fountain, one is looking at the damaged tents, one is squinting and looking up at something, one is contemplating something off the bottom of the panel, another is looking at something off to the side, and one more is just sort of walking off to the left. None look sure of any of this. We jump to somewhere in the city itself. Focus is on a round blue building that sort of looks like a squat pot with a purple roof; large decorative flasks attached to the front of it suggest it to be a potion shop. As it is in the city, it sits among a few other colorful buildings along its street, none of which are important to the scene. From inside the potion shop, we hear a distinct growl. Narration continues: "There was, however, one person in the city who approached this situation with any degree of confidence and certainty." "Also as expected, that person was Stephanie." Stephanie, indeed, is now walking away from the potion shop. Actually, "storming away" is a more accurate description, as she is scowling to herself and clearly not happy. The narration concludes: "And, she was a rather frustrated goddess."
 
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