Issue 7, Page 4
Transcript
1: The cart has stopped at the mouth of a narrow valley between the rocky hill to rest Ikal’s feral horse Maximon. Ikal is checking the luggage rack of the cart where two large suitcases sit atop a large trunk, he is rustling through the bags. Jocelyn pokes her head out the window.
Jocelyn: Do be gentle with the bags, please! They’re very delicate!
Ikal: If you wanted the “gentle” route, you picked the wrong road, lady.
2: Ikal opens a canteen he had fished out of the back.
Ikal: I’d be much more accommodating if I weren’t kept in the dark ’bout my cargo.
Jocelyn (off-screen): The intimate details of my family heirlooms are not for public discussion.
3: Ikal approaches the front of the cart. The roadrunner is taking a swig from his canteen. The unhitched Maximon is still cropping at a small patch of weeds at the side of the trail.
Ikal: If these are such precious, intimate heirlooms, you maybe shoulda taken the safe way ’round the mountain.
Jocelyn: I am on a tight schedule, Mr Tinalto, and you are being paid quite well enough are you not?
Ikal: Never heard of heirlooms goin’ bad, but what do I know?
4: Jocelyn is leaning out the window again to peer suspiciously at the feral horse, Maximon.
Jocelyn: Does that thing always smell this bad?
Ikal: Hey, don’t you talk to Maximon that way. That horse’s saved my bacon more times’n any man.
5: Jocelyn recoils as the horse thrusts its head close and snorts.
Maximon has judged you, consider yourself marked on their naughty list.
Nice semblance of a skull, there.