Greetings. You're listening to Legends of Aventress. My name is Morning Frost, and this is Once Upon a Witchlight.

Here's what happened last time.

Frost, still nowhere to be seen. Torback, taken away to some unknown fate.

You're presuming that the pole is coming towards me?

What if in fact it's the reverse, and that clowns are being pulled into my fist?

I must fucking trolls, too.

Well, I will admit that what prompted us to come to this carnival was something of a situation.

We were going to be paid to actually see if we could investigate a little bit and find the patron of an elderly man who grows giant pumpkins.

Oh no, I think it's the foul Hawk Knights.

Ugh. The Hongongk knight.

Of the hunk legion.

I've killed many of your kind

hunk knight.

And one of the clowns

as he was trying to get out

tripped and fell directly

into Gideon's sword,

completely running him through.

Derek, can you be klutzy for me? Oh! Clotsey, klopsy, klopsy, klutzy, klutzy, klutzy. I'm so klutzy today.

Free my hands, Lord Crummington. I've been to kill him a second time.

You're going to kill the rest of the clams if I do that, geez.

Yes, please. Cluncy won't be the last person I've killed.

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