They gathered around my stories regaled the witches and wizards we're looking like whales I took Staffing in hand under Oakland tree they all looked around they all looked at me I tapped on the ground I tapped on the roots I pushed on the staff and that's all it took holes in the ground yay she opened to me dust from my pocket I scattered so free I heard mother's breath she sucked it down the whole Angels Camp hurt not a sound I added my Whispers into the hole into the dark hole I whispered my soul an unknown tongue I whispered three beneath the ancient oak tree The Druids yes the drill at 3
, I said to me mates look that which purple chair the trans fight they say I said wait right here I stepped in to transone I had a glass beer I still donor throne she withered to puss and scream I was three I laughed Andrey prep I you've no family tree The Witches were his son the warlocks Drew near then they all surround me and my crew appears
I passed my staff to Next in command said watch hear my son stand every man I've been waiting for eons to twist a wicked neck like these that I see in the trance of fact well there was no crying is that or their heads they broke from their shoulder they spilled in the drags went back at my mates my granny pirate Style ass one question can you find me some more of these and we'll meet up under the ancient oak trees the angel Camp is cleared of these but I'll be back again
Next in command he handed me my staff he said sir we've got some things he pulled on the gas precious and few I received in my hand a seal offering to match my golden band