[Well Cynric finished his job! Aren't you all so glad you helped him? He's a bit upset that he didn't get any money for it, or even any food at this point, but a job well done is a job well done, at least.
After school that day (of which he may have accidentally wandered away from), he can be seen sitting on his porch, squinting at
a piece of paper, trying to decifer its meaning.]
Wonder what this is supposed to be! Second Great War? I don't recall a first one of those... what the in world is a "missile"?