PANEL ONE: Poorly-drawn downward angle on Erlak, with the champion, still bound to the rack, in the foreground. ERLAK: Well, look, things may look dim right now, and, like I said, the god of evil is a powerful god... PANEL TWO: 3/4 view of hte champion, with Erlak in the foreground. ERLAK: But, hey, I'll have a chat with him, see what I can arrange. What's the worst that can happen? Wait—don't answer that. PANEL THREE: Top-down view on Erlak and the champion. ERLAK: Anyway, Xak'lar and I'll have a little god-to-god talk. Maybe over drinks or something. Well, no; I still don't really want to show my face at the bar... Well, I'll think of something. CHAMPION: Lovely. PANEL FOUR: Erlak looks back at the cloaked figures, one of whom is still holding the knife. ERLAK: Oh—but I guess first we'll have to try to talk these guys into not cutting your heart out until I get back... CHAMPION: Look, if you're not going to be able to save my life, could you at least scratch my nose before you leave? It's been itching like crazy all through their ceremony...