I realized something very important when I got the art back from this strip, which is that I hadn't like one hundred percent told him what I was going for with the Horses. I can tell you, though.
Recall that I have never been to Gen Con, so the way I conceive of it may not be correct, but it's my understanding that it takes place at The Inn Of The Last Home in Ansalon. You won't actually be able to convince me otherwise. I imagine that I am opening a door, and when I do, the scent of Otik's Spiced Potatoes seizes me bodily and I am squeezed through a crack in the door like a weightless puppet. There are horses because the whole thing takes place in an authentically medieval context! It's not just because there's a bunch of Goddamn horses! But I see now that he was not privy to over twenty years of emotionally charged embroidery on my part, an effort to return to a home I have never actually been to. So that probably explains it. To me, that urge and its attendant details stand on the features of my face, fully legible.
Let's maintain this pseudo-medieval theme for a moment. Acquisitions Incorporated has again assumed a corporeal form on this plane, in what the sages have called The Ninth Manifestation. Josh Price has selected a deeply erotic pairing for the thumbnail that is sure to get the slashfic engines roaring:
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