PANEL 1
A dramatic scene showing a haggard man with dark hair standing nearly naked (wearing only a loincloth) before what appears to be a gathering. Behind him, a barbarian warrior in dark armor raises a sword, with an army of spear-wielding soldiers visible against a starry sky.
ROBERTSON: "My name is Robertson. I come bearing tidings of death and misery. I am a refugee from the once great Metropolis of Prosperi."
ROBERTSON: "The barbarians in the north have been ousted from their lands by their own gods. Now they sweep across the plains, destroying everything in their path."
ROBERTSON: "They conquered my city, enslaved my people. I was lucky to escape with my life."
PANEL 2
Three figures are shown: an older bearded man in formal attire on the left, a concerned-looking person in the middle, and a woman in fancy dress with feathered hat on the right taking notes.
BEARDED MAN: "The name of this barbarian tribe and their leader?"
ROBERTSON: "The Goths... ...lead by Lothar of the Hill People."
PERSON IN MIDDLE: GASP!
PERSON IN MIDDLE: "Then we are doomed."
WOMAN WITH FEATHERS: "Should I put that down in the minutes?"