The Old Fog

Jack Holænder: Avast ye! What an odd tan for a sea god . . .


Albert Hovercraft: Her Fiance had disappeared, and the duck-men were closing in with the old fog.



Horse: Young witches brew old fog.

Quimstoke School of Wiz

Jack Holænder: The two brothers were soon expelled from Quimstoke as a result of their multible sadistic magical shinanigans.
Good riddance.

Albert Hovercraft: The rivalry between the two schools soon ended.


Horse: The three of us actually met at our first year at Quimstoke.