If I'm listening to this podcast now, and both this bit and the lizard bit isn't in there...

You got to look like a maniac?

No, I'm going to come to Hugh's house.

And I'm going to say, I respect your autonomy as an editor.

But I'm gross.

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon

brown a fucking dragon frown warning engines failing engines failing there is a

a hiss and a pneumatic snap as what feeble pressure still remains on the rapture comes a done as the ship glides gracelessly down to the scraggly rocks at the feet of the perilous mountains that were momentarily you were soaring just above.

To say that the ship lands is to be rude to

whoever was presumably piloting it for it is more of a rolling crash. The ship turns three

quarters of the way upside down and a wing comes undone before it comes to a grinding halt at the

foot of a large rock. There is a hissing sound, the blast of flashpots being activated as a

bulkhead flies out to the desert, startling the local fauna, who, as a small lizard perhaps,

scurrying on the sand below might see the figures of three men followed by a half-orc,

another man, a half-ling, and a groggy, but somehow

pleased with himself, High Elf, as they make their landing on the dust in front of the

Balinac Mountain Range.

You're saying a lizard sees this?

Yeah, cinematically, I'm imagining that we started on a lizard and we tracked up.

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