Gadzooks Windy! We’ve stumbled across another psilocybin production farm in the middle of a supposedly uninhabited swamp. That would certainly explain all the guard wolves that tried to gnaw my leg off.
I also have to pause and wonder about Stian and Stian the Younger. Just what the deuce are they doing camping in a place like this? Their nefarious deeds are all becoming clear!
Windy! I can’t feel my face!
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- Is there no end to this blight?
- The Lost Key of Aerie leads to the Black Market Mushroom Farm of the Wetlands
- This trolling must cease and desist
- What manner of conveyance is this I see before me?
- Now See Here Watcher
- Fit in mind and body
- I run afoul of the Oracle
- Getting the mushroom bruise
- Sunken Treasure, Christmas Tree Farm and Maze of Unusual Size in Owl’s Head
- Alley Oop shows perfection and mastery with Blades