The Isle of Mist



Gwizdo seems to be eying him down for asking that.



"And..." - Gwizdo



"We're outta here!" - Gwizdo



"W-whoaa whoa!" - Albegor, as Lian-Chu pushes them off the island.



"WAAAH-HAA-HAA!" - Albegor, scared as they start flying.



Later on it's a fairly quiet night as they sore through the clouds.



The only sound that can be heard is Lian-Chu's knitting.



"Hmm, hmm, hmm..." - Lian-Chu, humming while he knits.



"So most valiant knight, when you aren't out hunting dragons, you uh, you knit?" - Albegor



"My Lord?" - Albegor
"Shh..He who drops a stitch, winds up in the ditch." - Lian-Chu



"Knitting is excellent for the warriors concentration." - Lian-Chu



"Hey, Wht's this material? Course, yet noble both rough, yet supple." - Lian-Chu



"Actually, I have no idea.." - Albegor.



"Friends, Sorry to interrupt your absolutely fascinatin' conversation.." - Gwizdo



"..But I think we're almost there." - Gwizdo

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