This is a headgun podcast.

Well, well, well, look who it is.

I haven't seen you around these parts and nigh on a fortnight.

That's right, it's been an entire fortnight since you've listened to root tales of magic.

And I've just been here in the graveyard.

Luckily, I don't, I don't need food or water.

And it's fine that the crows pick my rotting eyeballs.

It's called a lore dump.

You like that? That's now you know about me, the grave freaker.

But that's not what you're here for.

You're here to hear the story of root tales of magic.

Welcome back to root tales of magic.

The long strange trip it is.

Our heroes have left the town of Manasa's Virginia in their rear view and have continued

off through the James Woods on their way to the teenage woods, home of the soaking valley

and the site of their old college Polaris University, now known as the forbidden zone.

Up to speed, you better be.

The episode is flying forward.

They've stopped in for a well-earned drink at a tavern called the purring and cherished family pet.

A kindly human bartender with leather wrist braces, cleans a glass and makes sympathetic conversation.

Ah yes, it can be so difficult to go on an adventure of any size whatsoever.

Big, small, these are the challenges that shape us.

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