A full redraw of the beach strip to reflect the changed character designs. It feels too modern now, though, and I'll need to redraw it again.
Transcript:
556. There's the wind and the sand, there's the water and the sun, and then, when her eyes open, there's the face of a warrior. Hardened, like the steel of the warrior's sword, the face demands, "Who are you?"
557. "I get that question a lot," she replies, covered in sand, wet to the bone. "People seem very curious about me, and they never seem to like the answers I give them. Maybe this time you go first."
558. "I am the Emperor's Left Hand, Last of the Eagles, and the Protector of this Island." "So you don't have a name, either, I see."
556. There's the wind and the sand, there's the water and the sun, and then, when her eyes open, there's the face of a warrior. Hardened, like the steel of the warrior's sword, the face demands, "Who are you?"
557. "I get that question a lot," she replies, covered in sand, wet to the bone. "People seem very curious about me, and they never seem to like the answers I give them. Maybe this time you go first."
558. "I am the Emperor's Left Hand, Last of the Eagles, and the Protector of this Island." "So you don't have a name, either, I see."