Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

I'm Nikki Scarlett and you're listening to Edge of Midnight.

Here is what happened last time.

The crooked house is crooked once more.

How is it that not even death could rid us of you, Van Bronten?

Oh, that was bad.

It is our fate, Yorgim, to serve the queen.

I only serve one master, and it will never be yours.

And you realize that Farin and Adela are still nowhere to be found.

You all sit down around the crystal ball and join your wills together and suddenly it alights.

Oh what the fuck?

It was us. We were six the figures. The key to leashing this evil, ancient evil across the land.

We'll put pawns in this wicked game.

When you know the door leads to the cellar and the darkness below, Farron's voice cries out

for help.

In a dark knotted hollow in the center of the trunk, you see an imprisoned Adela squirming

as the knotwork keeps her in a tight advice.

You let them go right now!

I don't think I shall be doing that, Jorgren.

I have a spot on my left with your name on it.

And if you won't release them, then I've got a spot for your name too, on my back.

The branches of the crooked tree shudder and move apart with terrible speed and even more

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