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

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