What's going on, man?

Here's what's happened.

We've been doing this podcast for 10 years. I recently got a new comedy manager and she's here tonight. I'm trying to put on a good show for her, okay? She's not my comedy manager. So could you not fuck around, please? So your policy is, all right, comedy show. No bits. You can pray, but your gods won't save you. The worm's fire will not spare you.

Doom and destruction, death and rebirth.

So who can return with the heroes of yours?

Their jaws are all tizzled, their asses are fast, they're shiny and golden and one wears a hat.

That's not a has.

That is a bonnet.

You don't fall.

Previously on Dragon Friends, our heroes, hot on the tail of the marauding cult of the dragon, the dragon, tracked their hideout to a series of caves, hollowed into a cliff base of a plateau,

where they robbed a treasure cave, dabbled with an investigative monk,

and tamed their very own ashtrake.

Then posing as cultists, they infiltrated the dragon cult's dragon hatchery

where they were recognized by fought and defeated local cultist heavyweight

Langdodrosa Sianrath and as such our heroes have now been hailed inexplicably as the new leaders

of the local chapter of this evil cult you stand over Sianrath's musly body, dead.

Cleft in Twain by Arfan Bortnamb's Broad Sword.

All right.

Arfan, what do you do?

Ah, that felt good.

Love to got a man in half when it's clean.

A real clean.

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