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The group of gwiffons and Archons is surrounded by several heavily wounded dwagons. A green dwagon in the foreground has a gash in its side through which several ribs are visible; another green dwagon in the background is missing a front leg.|||
Jillian frowns unhappily as she faces Jaclyn. In the background, the blonde Archon has her hands on her hips and looks annoyed.|||
Jaclyn: The spell compels you to seek a reason.
Blonde Archon: You shouldn't be telling her this.
They're not paying for magic security; that's separate.
Jaclyn extends an arm backwards to point at a wounded red dwagon, several of its teeth exposed by a gash in its upper lip. One of the three uncroaked warlords is riding the dwagon.|||
Jaclyn: Charlie's Rule #19: Charlie's rules need to be bent sometimes.
Look at how weak they are. Let's wipe 'em out.
Jillian holds her hands out in front of her and looks very unsure of herself. Meanwhile, the blonde Archon irately addresses Jaclyn. A pink dwagon with a large wound in its belly looms overhead.|||
Jaclyn has turned away from Manpower to stare intently at Jillian. Manpower's head slumps away from Jaclyn, and he drools on himself.|||
Jillian's face is contorted with stress as she blurts out her reply.|||
Jillian and Jaclyn are seen from above, framed between two of the dwagons. Jillian is slumped forward listlessly, her head almost against the neck of her gwiffon.|||
Jillian continues to sit slumped forward on her gwiffon as the three Archons stare at her. Jaclyn has her arms crossed and projects an air of firmness; the other two are more neutral observers. A pink dwagon hovers behind and above them.|||
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