Hey everybody, welcome to Legends of Avantrith.

I'm Chuggled the Clown, and you're listening to Once Upon a Witchlight.

Here's what happened last time.

All right, see, they're the gone or the waiting for some kind of hamburg.

We've got to find that F-Sack.

I don't need to eat because I'm literally just a soul trapped inside of this body that was given to me by a hag.

If anyone wants to claim it, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Please don't speak.

Dormac doesn't like confrontation.

Help jingle, jangle, get the keef, save the dragon, favor with the

fay, kill the hangs, saves a bill and a pay off the deck, Torbeck's caught up!

You make your way to the very top of the stump. You see tents set up, beddings,

target dummies for archery practice, and in melee combat,

sitting atop a pile of thousands of trinkets, stolen items from all over.

Hither, you see a makeshift throne, a throne for the Brighan Prince of Prismere.

The voice from the dream.

He said, we're coming for you.

We have to go find the hill, see if we can find jingle-jingle and give her her truffles back.

You are able to strap the, um, the contracts to, uh, two of Pig Tunia's feet.

Okay, Pig, Junia, you know what to do.

Go forth and deliver contracts.

Now remember, truffles for the keys.

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