Previously on adventure.

Guys, can we throw up any kind of shield or anything?

Just hold on a moment.

This does not appear to be a foe of some kind.

Look how...

How do you know that?

Look how beautiful he is.

Oh, because he's pretty. He's not scary.

Come on.

He looks like an angel.

I mean, I'm very, very pretty, but I can also be terrifying.

Hail and well met. Greetings. I am Gascallion. I am to give this, and he kind of has a

little sling on his back. He takes out a loop that looks like a skull. The second he holds on to

the violin-looking instrument just falls to his knees.

Latigo, it all goes dark for you for like a split moment.

When I saw Latigo get off the boat, my elf senses knew it was the guy that I'd hooked up with in a bar drunkenly one night.

In my past, I was a much more violent and vengeful being than I am now.

I pleaded with my people to spare this one, but I couldn't let this changeling live

or go on knowing what they knew.

So the sorcerer in our party

cast a memory spell to make this changeling forget

the moments. Spell sometimes do not go as planned.

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