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A scene of a bat flying over the trees, as the head of a yellow dwagon pops up toward it (resembling the iconic image from Jaws of the shark swimming upward toward a doomed swimmer). At the sides, a pink dwagon and a purple can be seen still nestled in the tree cover.|||
Vinny faces toward Ansom. One eye is scrunched almost closed, suggesting a wince at witnessing the loss of his bat.|||
A map is seen from overhead, consisting of a grid of variously colored hexes. Through the middle is a long line of tan hexes, containing miscellaneous colored markers -- evidently the tan hexes are the main road, and the markers represent the units of the allied column. To the sides of the tan pathway are hexes in various shades of green, generally darker with increasing distance from the column. There are a few markers in the light-green hexes near the column, but most of the green hexes are empty. However, a clump of dark green hexes contains a ring of counters -- the "full circle" described by Vinny. The hexes at a distance from the column and the center hex of the ring are cloudy white... unexplored territory.|||
Ansom stands near the map. In the background, Vinny's coffin can be seen standing in front of one of the tents of Ansom's encampment.|||
Prince Ansom: That is sensible.
He has tilted his strength to the side of the formation which faces us.
The easiest side for us to attack.
Ansom leans over the map, pointing at the circle, as several of his inner circle look on.|||
Prince Ansom: *sigh*
We surmise that the wounded dwagons Stanley withdrew had low remaining move.
They needed a safe hiding place.
Hence, this fort formation.
Three warlords, and as many as two dozen heavily wounded dwagons are lurking in that base hex.
Ansom is just visible at the left edge of the panel, as he talks to the headband-wearing man from his inner circle.|||
A scene of Jillian seated, or more precisely slumped, on the back of a grounded gwiffon. She practically radiates boredom and frustration.|||
Vinny is leaning forward with his arms down, presumably braced on the map table.|||
Prince Ansom: Our forest units will attack. We'll swing around behind, and punch through the weak hex.
Vinny Doombats: Uhhhh...
That'll eat up about all or our move, boss.