This is a headgum podcast.

Ah, dear traveler, I see you growing restless.

In the mood for something else perhaps? I believe I have, ah yes, just

the thing for you.

An older yarn of something dark,

a story, a secret, of subterfuge and shadow, but still as ever was, a rude tale of magic.

It's comit the king, baby. We're 500 years in the past. Although now we would say we're zero years in the past and also zero years in the future.

That's what the presence called.

That's right, it's the height of the Cordelia Empire.

It is 3BA.

Nobody knows what it stands for, but what they do know is there is an emperor or

perhaps there will be not too much longer because we got five of the

nastiest motherfockers who are down on their luck and have nothing else in the world and are about to assassinate him if all goes according to plan.

Whose plan? Snake Profession to plan. Whose plan?

Snake Professionals plan.

That's right, a solid gray T-Fling.

Perhaps one of the world's most beloved NPCs.

He assembled this group.

They stand together now on the docks. The fog is thick and it is, let's say exactly seven minutes after midnight. Their mission is clear, but just in case they didn't

take notes, what they need to do is go to a tavern called the Trim Cuculled and find a

bug bear.

We see them now on the docks, surrounded by fog.

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