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Panel 1:
Emily, shaking, stands over a bored Sherry, who leans on her hand, annoyed.
Sherry: "Alright, then are there more pages?"
Emily: "Er...yes there are more."
Sherry:" "I'll need them to full understand what this is. This page to account for a heat sink, but I can't figure out why."

Panel 2:
Henry crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. Emily, frowning, points to him.
Henry: "Why should we trust you with them?"
Emily: "Yes, what he said."

Panel 3:
Sherry: "A good point. Let me make myself clear."

Panel 4:
Sherry's hands reach for a falling spellcraft slip.
Sherry: "When I ruled Black Ball, I was at the top of the spellcrafting world. But now I'm at the bottom of the barrel."

Panel 5:
Sherry's hand in shadow grabs and crushes the spellcraft slip in front of a shadowy New York skyline.
Sherry: "I went it back-my place at the top."

Panel 6:
Sherry, smirking in front of a shadowy Connor Blair.
Sherry: "You're looking for Black Ball, and I want in before my husband catches up!"