The pair travel in the crisp air of the witching hour, being guided only by the wavering candlelight of their lantern, and the steady cerulean moon. They travel to the long abandoned abode of the vanished wizard, hoping …
my god this aged well
Insane jazz solo into this next section is just fucking wonk…
woop woop
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