Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

I'm Barnabos Dread Wake and you're listening to Icebound.

Here's what happened last time.

Gather round!

The bouquet throwing ceremony is about to commence.

Ah, more of this. You can see the princess starting to arrive, but here you are just letting

everything go along and refusing to take the name I have given you. I'm going to find my poet. And then we're going to have a little chat.

She holds great power.

I don't think we could stand against her, even the four of us.

But these people, I believe, are primed to turn against her.

Everyone here except for those there in the lead

believe that they're saying goodbye in a fake

way, that this was always the tradition.

But there's a grim determination that's kind of beset, uh, scrim.

Ron, she whispers, and the parents turn and holding each other's hands start to dark

into the dark woods.

I close my eyes and up to this point I have not eaten at all.

I focus.

I can hear my stomach rumbling.

I focus on the hunger in my, and I close my eyes and I think inward.

And I would like to use my ninth level feature contact patron.

Yes. If consumed, will these souls count?

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