Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

I'm Barnabot's 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 Scrimm.

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 stomach.

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