Welcome to Legends of the Ventress. What a do, the name's Cremely Le Crewe. You're listening to Once Upon a Witchlight. Here's what happened last time.

You're pulled out from the darkness of the bottom of a chest and lifted into a child's room littered with toys and trinkets.

A small elven boy with platinum blonde hair. The sword is broken in three pieces as the boy tumbles backward,

as the hag looms over you, crushing the three pieces of the wooden sword

and sprinkling the splinters into three separate cauldrons,

one new, one old, and one in between.

The cauldrons bubble and pop as the bruise spills over and fills three cradles.

You make your way towards where you believe Nib's cave to be.

The cave is dark at first.

You can hear the sound of a spinning wheel.

You see a wizened old man wearing a blindfold sitting at a spinning wheel

surrounded by piles and piles of gold, a veritable horde of magical items. And behind him, lurking in the

shadows, you see the undulating shapes of what appear to be humanoid figures is they call out to him.

Let's get a hundred thousand gold pieces in the fucking head.

And I'll walk over and I'll take the first gold piece off the stack and I'm trying to put it in the

Kruekker's hat.

This is the easiest job that you've ever had to do.

You take piles and piles of gold coins.

Starting to feel a little guilty.

What's that like?

He seems suspicious for a moment before slowly going back to spinning,

rush down the descending slope, heave as you've been carrying all of this gold, your body is laden.

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