Panel 1:
Mistaire and Sargreon descend on the moon. Tony thrashes around in a panic.
Tony (screaming): AAAAH ALIENS
Mistaire: Sheez!
Sargreon: ...My, he's a jumpy one.
Tony: Let me GO!
Panel 2:
Mistaire drops Tony with a wumpf.
Mistaire: There, I let you go, happy now?
Panel 3:
Tony looks up with fear at his alien captors. He doesn't yet attempt to get off the ground.
Tony: Wh-what do you want with me?
Panel 4:
Sargreon gestures to Mistaire and explains the situation. Tony squirms around into a sitting position at their feet.
Sargreon: I am Sargreon, and this is my student Mistaire.
Mistaire: Yo.
Sargreon: We brought you here to correct a mistake. You are not at fault here.
Panel 5:
Sargreon magically conjures a reflective plane to hold up to Tony. In it he can see his changed appearance.
Sargreon: It's easiest to just see for yourself.
Tony (off-panel): GAH!
Panel 6:
Tony holds his hands over his head and freaks out.
Tony: I'm an alien!
Sargreon (off-panel): Tell him, Mistaire.





Wow, yet another exposition device we'll never see again: the magically conjured mirror. The idea is, the space between your hands is enchanted to reflect light the way glass does. You can make a mirror anytime, anywhere, any shape and size you want. It'll probably never appear again. It's a riff off of something Sargy and Mistaire were going to use in early drafts to aid their vision. They could make other kinds of light-altering planes called 'wizard's lens' (makes magic and auras visible) and 'eagle's lens' (like a telescope I guess). But that wound up getting written out somewhere along the way. All these things are potentially useful but my comic is less about seeing stuff and more about punching stuff. With fire. Punching with fire.