HMMM SEMPRE É VERDADE O QUE SE DIZ DOS CORVOS E DAS SUAS DECISÕES, NÉ, STEFFANITO?

NOTÍCIA DE ÚLTIMA HORA: áugure ressacado e em pânico começa aos gritos e a desesperar para cima de toda a gente, tenta convencer Sargento de que é mesmo muito importante ligar-se às máquinas, não é pela ressaca nem nada…


Boas pipol, atão essa PÁSCUÁ?

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5 Panels.

Panel 1,2:
The Augur takes a red glove off to better scratch his skin, very nervously and almost angrily.

Frank: Hah! Guess not all Corvos make good decisions on the field after all.
Steffano: Say that again?
Frank: Call Régula NOW!

Panel 3,4:
A distressed Franquelim points at his own chest. He's shaking.

Franquelim: The Lusos will be coming after MY ASS as soon as they spot us! You don't know those witches like I do! You don't know what they're capable of! Wanna make it to Resende? THEN CALL. FOR. BACKUP.
Steffano: Spare us your bad omens, Augur!
Frank: WHAT?

Panel 5:
Steffano dismisses Frank's concerns with a hand wave. He's serious.

Steffano: Franquelim, I am not playing with these men's lifes. If there's a change of them coming back, then WE SHALL WAIT for them.