Chapter 5 — Page 10
Pooka is wrong. The world runs on disinformation. Mostly in the form of Facebook memes.
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PANEL 1: Fetch and Owen come back outside where Pooka is back to rabbit form, rubbing his back.
FETCH: Rabbit again? What happened to our ride?
POOKA: My back gave out.
PANEL 2: Fetch points toward narrowing alleys amidst high castle walls.
FETCH: No matter. The roads narrow as you go further into the castle. And I want to show Owen the sights. Come along?
POOKA: Oh, yes! My pleasure! Let me be your guide!
PANEL 3: Pooka walks proudly beside them up the cobblestones of a passage, castle walls rising behind them.
POOKA: I’ve been hanging around the court a lot lately and no better ears for gossip and intrigue can you find than the ones on this shape-shifting head o’ mine.
FETCH: You? The Great Pooka? A royal court gossip?
PANEL 4: They approach the entrance of a courtyard. Pooka strides toward it, while Fetch and Owen look dubious.
POOKA: Information, dear Fetch! The world runs on information!
OWEN: Can we trust him?
FETCH: He’s a fae. So … no?
FETCH: Rabbit again? What happened to our ride?
POOKA: My back gave out.
PANEL 2: Fetch points toward narrowing alleys amidst high castle walls.
FETCH: No matter. The roads narrow as you go further into the castle. And I want to show Owen the sights. Come along?
POOKA: Oh, yes! My pleasure! Let me be your guide!
PANEL 3: Pooka walks proudly beside them up the cobblestones of a passage, castle walls rising behind them.
POOKA: I’ve been hanging around the court a lot lately and no better ears for gossip and intrigue can you find than the ones on this shape-shifting head o’ mine.
FETCH: You? The Great Pooka? A royal court gossip?
PANEL 4: They approach the entrance of a courtyard. Pooka strides toward it, while Fetch and Owen look dubious.
POOKA: Information, dear Fetch! The world runs on information!
OWEN: Can we trust him?
FETCH: He’s a fae. So … no?
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