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Page 51 panel 1
(Tired-looking young man behind a counter stamping a piece of paper. Coins are handed to him)

Man: Twelve ella nine pence. Next!

Panel 2
Man: (blushing) O…oh…

Panel3
(Human Bea standing there with her cheeky fucking grin)

Panel 4
(Leans debonairly on counter)

Bea: Well well well… what’s your name, sweetheart?

Panel 5
Man: Ae-Aemon, sir. Aemon Standish. Can I h-h-help you?

Panel 6
Bea: As a matter of fact you can, Aemon. But more on that later.

Panel 7
(The two slaves look at each with surprise)

Bea: (off camera) I have two slaves I’d like freed, please.

Panel 8
Aemon: O-o-of c-course, sir. D-do-o you have a, erm… receipt?

Panel 9
Bea: (Lays piece of paper out on counter) I do.