PANEL ONE: Erlak, his hand on the champion's shoulder, guides him away from Tfylaon. ERLAK: You worry too much. Relax. Enjoy yourself. CHAMPION: This really isn't an enjoyable situation. PANEL TWO: His left hand still on the champion's shoulder, Erlak holds a bowl in front of him with his right. ERLAK: That's 'cause you're not mingling. Here. Have some soup and let's circulate. PANEL THREE: Erlak brings the champion to a table where two gods are sitting. ERLAK: Hey, Bikehe! Kaotari! What are you guys talking about? PANEL FOUR: The champion ducks down, trying to look inconspicuous. KAOTARI (or possibly BIKEHE; it's not specified which is which): We were discussing how best to punish presumptuous mortals. BIKEHE (or possibly KAOTARI): I say flay them alive and make their skins into banners. ERLAK: Ooh! Ooh! How about boiling them in really spicy soup? With lemon juice in it! CHAMPION: I think I'll just hide under the table until you're done...