It looks like the steed sent you, or one of your jesterbot surrogates, on a relatively short side quest with yet another fucking political figure. Jacques Chirac? Sure, why not. You hope Monsieur Chirac has found whatever peace he's been looking for on top of the iconic Japanese mountain.
Cameos by former French presidents really strikes you as scraping the bottom of the adventure barrel, and you begin wondering if the author and his demonic peanut gallery of panel contributors have begun running out of story ideas this deep into the page count. You keep skipping ahead, skimming the pages, not seeing anything much worth commenting on…
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