Panel 1: Estalt sits on his favorite red Victorian-style chair, casually holding a glass of wine as he listens with amusement to Elixir as she tries to explain herself. Fear wells inside her as worries about what punishment Lelena will inflict on her.
Elixer: Before I tell you what happened, you promise Lelena won’t kill me.
Estalt: For now I can.
Elixir: Remember when you had me sneak into one of the Upper’s parties so I could drop that powder that would turn all the punch into blood-thirty elementals?
Panel 2: His eyes narrow on her as he playfully swirls the wine. Still sweating over this, she tries to put it as best as she can.
Estalt: Go on.
Panel 3: Shot of the punch elementals laying on the ground, with the crud kicked out of them as various members congraduating themselves on a fight well-done.
Elixir: They’re a lot stronger than we thought.
Panel 4: Estalt simply drinks from his glass
Estalt: Oh I couldn’t be too worried.
Panel 5: Elixir looks at him as if he just said the weirdest thing in the world, but he doesn’t care and flashes her a calm smile.
Elixer: Excuse me?
Estalt: Just go see her.
Panel 1: In a much better mood, Ielena sit on the chair from the last page. Dieter, whose recovering from being thrashed pretty badly, comes in.
Dieter: You feeling better Mistress?
Ielena: Yes. Thanks intervening and holding me back.
Panel 2: Still feeling the pain from the wounds she inflicted, Dieter turns back to them as she leans back against the chair, resting her head against her hands she placed in the back of head.
Dieter: No problem. So what are you going to do with the cult?
Ielena: Already handled.
Panel 3: She happily reminisces about her clever plan.
Ielena: I told them to go into Jungo’s territory to get the elusive two-head, purple-bellied snipe and not return until they find it.
Panel 4: Wilbur walks in, dressed as a maid, holding a scrub bursh, covered in gunk and saluting her.
Ielena: All while I revoked all their memberships and kept the one that would embarrass me the least. Isn’t that right Wilbur?
Wilbur: Anything for you Miss Ielena.
Ielena: Now get back to work; that dungeon isn't going to clean itself.
Panel 5: Things aren’t looking good for the rest of the cult while Ongh, Askai and Scotty surround them with their fists of in Askai’s case, her sword.
Ongh: How many times do we have to tell you to stay off our turf?
Caption: The end.
Thanks for putting up with another story. I'm going to take a break for a while before my next one just to recharge my batteries and give you all a breather.