Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go. Flee. Go west. Go to Kerch.
[horses neighing]
General Kirigan, is it?
[screaming]
Mal! Mal!
[groans]
[indistinct chatter]
Together, we can end all wars.
Not fragile.
You?
You can't save them, Alina.
Are we talking about boarding a skiff with people who will recognize us?
And what about those in danger now?
[Kirigan] But now I control it.
You tell yourself that.
We'll have to blend in. Who else was on that skiff?
You were right!
We could've had this.
Bring me its antlers.
Jesper fixed your cane.
People who don't like us much.
No. No, no, please.
[gasping]
and I still have something that you don't.
You killed my friends.
[Ivan] Consider yourself lucky.
[exhales sharply]
I'm not as fragile as I once was.
[gasping]
Jesper, my bag.
Baghra.