TRANSCRIPT:

Riderless, the dragon flies off. 

Ipola surveys her dead enemies, and her dead friend. 

IPOLA: Hrraarch …  Oh, Luna, how can I ever balance this?

KOR LACHNIS: Thuu-duthracani!

IPOLA: AAGH!

A sudden magick bolt takes Ipola from behind – she is down. 

KOR LACHNIS: <Marvelous. So unexpected … And so completely marvelous!  Take her back to the temple. >