Page 36 (They move past a group of three of the people dressed in bright white rages, who sit in the dirt miserably.) SPONDULE: What’re they? NAVICHET: Bleach followers. Never seen ’em so far south. (One of the followers silently opens their mouth wide) SPONDULE: Hm. Gross. (They proceed down a ramp and come alongside a small structure dominated by an enormous cooking pot. Fires are visible underneath the pot. A figure K wearing a pot on his head and holding a ladle steps towards them) K: O-- Travelers! Dear travelers!