Hey there, draggy do's, it's Alex Lee here. Now, this episode you're about to listen to is a little

different because we normally record in front of a live audience, but thanks to a very generous

gift from our friends at Audio Technica, we were able to record this from our own homes. So,

hang in there, it's going to be a little different from normal, but we had heaps of fun and

we're sure you will too. Stay safe out there, you little cuties, and enjoy the show. So we're doing this remotely, which is weird, but I think we're doing well so far. We've got a whole kind of Zoom conference room. I can see everybody's faces. We're recording our own audio. We're soldiering on. I agree, Dave. We're yet to start the show, but we are doing well. Where's best on? He was training in a jungle. Bobby pancakes. He was running with the wool. Where was it? Learning to read from the talking dog, yeah. Way back though. He runs runs his poppins, come from me, the darklorn

He's a very naughty man,

The life for hope we call the Dragon Friends.

It has been, less than a month since we all gathered in groups of ten or more to play Dungeons and Dragons at the Vanguard Theatre,

but oh, what a difference four weeks make.

The Dragon Friends newly reunited

have found their way to the Lormington Stills

in Charming Flowson, nice place to visit if you can afford it.

Familiar rivals were dispatched,

old houses burned down, mistakes were made, we all have to live

with them. For the first time in three years, the dragon friends are together again, and yet in

paranoia, recrimination and despair they have never been further apart. And yet, some small measure

of success in your mission has been made. The revolutionary lieutenant Lothario Winswept the Third has been rescued from under the nose of your enemy La Croy,

and you've helped him on his mission tracking magical shipments of vials, smuggled out of Daggerford and into the Lawmington stills.

It is in these still blackened by corporate piracy that you find yourselves now,

staring up at a pristine and arcane magical device, seemingly focused on a granite slab laid

carefully underneath. A small desk to the side holds only loose papers, a silver bell,

and a letter explicitly laying out a stranger's personal

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