I’m Willing To Speak With Every Single Townsperson Just To Make Sure None Of Them Say Anything Remotely Useful

Welcome to the third cannonical adventure of the Shitty Wizard, the arrogant and inept ostensible protector of Annwvyn.

Everyone's least-favorite mage is really pushing the boundaries of good taste at this point! Lord Hubbard the Kind, having lost his entire family to gross mystical incompetence, seized the Hinterwürld throne and issued this proclamation: any man, woman, or beast who slays the Shitty Wizard shall be granted governance over Annwvyn. Now our protagonist must stay one step ahead of the Grim Dragon Asmodæus, Be'lilth's zealous paladins, dedicated knights of the Incarnadine Sect, and anyone else he's fucked over in a quest to please King Hubbard the Baleful.