The Mage Quarter isn’t going to know what hit them. Until they look outside, and find out its pigs. If that mage BAMFs over here one more time, I’m going to rent him out as a smoke machine.

At least there’s tons of better food stands around. You got your Deep Mountain Fried Turkey legs right there with Chieftain Sanderson looking down on you. And who can forget the glory of MEAT Stand.

Pack your bags for the next page! We’re going to a new location! The small village of Doomswick. What lies in store? Soon. Soon…..