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[curseshit]

The rain stops eventually and you find yourself in a forest much younger than the one you just walked through. The moss is nearly gone and the sun shines through the branches.

They're not just any other trees. They're apple trees! Cute, right? Judging by the (somewhat) straight lines someone planted them. Underneath the trees you find baskets full of freshly-picked apples and since you can hear voices, the people who picked them aren't that far away. The map isn't showing any tracks of your next destination yet, so you might as well ask if they know of a B&B nearby.

[ mission: inspect the voices. ]

Comments

[sawedoff]

Yeah, but stick to the plan. First things first, figure out how to shut Hoggle's shoddy spellwork down. Probably-cursed-boxes can wait.

[triage, prioritize, etc. of course none of this matters since they'll be too busy baking and having affairs]

[inenochian]

[ a cursed box might be able to hold a curse. if they can't end the spell, maybe they can contain it. ]

The lack of organization is annoying. Why can't these people have a centralized location for their powerful spellworkers. Like a town just for them. Or a school.

[sawedoff]

Yeah a town full of bunny killing wand waving psychopaths, sign me up for that.

[shoots him a double-take like glance. stop reading sam's harry potter. real life isn't hogwarts]

[inenochian]

[ shhhh we're establishing foreshadowing. ]

A town full of experts. [ scrunches nose at his pessimism. ]