Some of our landings were desperate adventures.

We are now prepared to meet the inevitable counter pests who worship her, or rather her rotting sickness, as a god. A wretched fate indeed.

The poor girl, she never wished for any of this. Do you find it peculiar that I would show such concern for the girl?

Well, I'm the one that found her. A mere babe in the swamp of Aonia.

She is one of my dear daughters.

But the rotting sickness erodes one's memory.

I doubt that she remembers the first thing about me.

Oh, I must be getting old.

I didn't always worry so much.

My name is Gary Butterfield.

My name is Cole Ross.

And you're listening to Bonfire Side chat.

It is John Leguizamo's the pest's favorite.

And this week we are talking about Celia, that old abandoned, mostly intact sorceress town.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

There's sorceress towns, there's liturgical towns.

Mm.

Towns go round and round in, Eld and Ring.

Oh.

Yeah.

An interesting place.

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