❝Don't worry, the worst that could happen is we all die.❞

[clinical]

[Jade (in military uniform, thank you very much, as no one has made him dress up like an Abyss Ranger today) is leaning against the information kiosk. One must assume he read both pamphlets, as each is open in his free hand. The other hand has obviously found its customary home in his pocket.]

My, my, this will be a problem.

[Jade makes a careless gesture; a glowing circle of glyphs appears over his hand, and both brochures are instantly incinerated.]

I don't have a scalpel, and I've never heard of oolong tea.