I'm just say if you can see what I'm doing here, which you've probably never seen me do before,

which is madly taking notes for part two.

It's because it's the first time in the entire history of Dragon Friends that we are running ahead of schedule.

I am genuinely not ready to play some motherfucking Dungeons and Dragons, but let's...

Make a hundred mistakes and make a hundred more.

But don't worry, don't worry, because that's what time travels for. You can always go back and try again.

And if you go back and kill your friends, you can always go back,

and let's a few seconds, you can always go back. We'll always go back.

Laroon's Landing, city that never was, city that should not be.

City that was created in the name of two twins who sacrificed their lives to land a floating

city when Nort said it could be done into the dense foliage of the Velaki Gorge.

Leroon's landing is the space we find ourselves in now and the dragon friends beside with their new friend,

Byron, child of your loins, Baston.

Gross.

Having raced through the jungle perilous to return to that fair outpost,

clutching in your hands a red dragon egg,

the source of your quest that is supposed to power the cold cell engine

you need to bring you back to the future that never was escaping the past

that cannot be.

Strad, leader of this community, is there to greet you at the already decomposing reclaimed

gates.

I knew you guys could do it.

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