Blessings

Pan 1:
Swigne: Did you see that?
?: I know! I can’t remember the last time a mortal touched you!

Pan 2:
Narration: You can fuck with the traders, fuck with the guard.
Red: I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead
Narration: But you do NOT fuck with the Immortals.

Pan 3:
Guard: Excuse Me!
Swigne: hmmm?

Pan 4:
Guard: My liege, we were in pursuit of this girl. Do not trouble yourself with her.

Pan 5:
Swigne: Is that so?

Pan 6:
Swigne: Tell me, am I wearing a helmet?
Guard: No, my liege.

Pan 7:
Swigne: Did you see me in training?
Guard: N-no my liege.

Pan 8:

Swigne: So why presume you have any authority to tell me what to do?
Guard: I-I….