(Cordy is trailing after Vakma through the village market, loaded down with bags and buckets. Vakma seems to be wearing Cordy's belt as a headband. She stops to talk to a green-faced, horned vendor.)

VAKMA: Gimme six packets of hefroot, four queeks, a bottle of flib liquor, and a spatula.

CORDELIA: Uhm, Vakma? Is it... earlier that-that girl in the barn...

VAKMA: Shut up, Cow! Trensiduf of the Gathwok Clan was right. You talk too much. And you're about to spill my viper's milk.

CORDELIA: Well, I-I'm sorry. It's just if I wasn't carrying every... (Scrunches up her face and begins to sway) Oh, no.

VAKMA: Stand up straight, cow. That milk is worth more than you are. (Cordy topples, hit by a vision.) Bad Cow! Bad!

CORDELIA: A Drokken. It's attacking one of your villagers, near the forest, by a-a big, yellow rock.

(A ring of villagers has formed around her, some the pale-skinned demon people, others green-skinned, some of them dressed in the type of armor Landok was wearing.)

CORDELIA: Isn't anyone gonna ask if I'm okay?

VAKMA: Cursed! My cow is cursed!

CORDELIA: (As the crowd closes in and pitchforks come out) No, wait. Wait. It's not a curse! This villager, You *have* to go save him, or the Drokken will...

CROWD OF DEMONS: Cursed, cursed!

• Cordelia's visions & championhood

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Sylvia.. Full transcript at:
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