![monochrome digital comic with a black background, featuring artist's wol and thancred. it depicts a hand around a tankard. lahabrea's ascian sigil faintly appears in the contents, followed by a close up of thancred's eyes, and then wol interrupting his brooding WoL: well enough to drink, are you? THANCRED: might he who has taken ill not indulge? WoL: [having all but collapsed on a seat next to him] but of course - pardon me. [hesitating] thancr- THANCRED: not a scratch on my person.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/G5PIx9gXoAAXEap.jpg?name=small&format=webp)
ALT monochrome digital comic with a black background, featuring artist's wol and thancred. it depicts a hand around a tankard. lahabrea's ascian sigil faintly appears in the contents, followed by a close up of thancred's eyes, and then wol interrupting his brooding WoL: well enough to drink, are you? THANCRED: might he who has taken ill not indulge? WoL: [having all but collapsed on a seat next to him] but of course - pardon me. [hesitating] thancr- THANCRED: not a scratch on my person.
![continuation of comic THANCRED: [out of panel] from the praetorium. wol appears shocked, mildly vexed, and then turns away WoL: my skill is unparalleled. THANCRED: quite. they sit in silence. thancred takes a sip from his tankard. wol makes to leave. he has a hand on their arm before either realizes](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/G5PJSgRWgAAVHzA.png?name=small&format=webp)
ALT continuation of comic THANCRED: [out of panel] from the praetorium. wol appears shocked, mildly vexed, and then turns away WoL: my skill is unparalleled. THANCRED: quite. they sit in silence. thancred takes a sip from his tankard. wol makes to leave. he has a hand on their arm before either realizes

ALT continuation of comic. thancred awkwardly keeps wol in place before having a thought and tugging them closer. they grow increasingly flustered, realizing the unspoken proposition, before indignantly agreeing

ALT continuation of comic. thancred shirtless and brooding again. he looks at wol on the other side of the bed, touching a hand to his own neck, then turns to face their back. THANCRED: asleep already? how elderly. (because he's a creep,) he slowly moves the covers off their shoulder to expose more of their back, searching for any signs of scarring and coming up empty













































