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?
- Hello little gremlin!
- The Lost Key of Aerie leads to the Black Market Mushroom Farm of the Wetlands
- The Healing Power of the Sulphur Springs in Nightshade Pass
- What manner of conveyance is this I see before me?
- A fantastic treehouse … gone wrong
- Now See Here Watcher
- Absconding with the supply wagon
- Alley Oop shows perfection and mastery with Blades
- Out of the Sewers and into the South Celestial Wetlands for a Pig Pickin and Fishing Holiday