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This week in Witherwild, our opening chatter drifts from Stephen King’s novels to Richard’s grad school escapades—turns out, both involve terror, caffeine, and things that haunt you for years. Then we find ourselves in the quiet Katari village of Allura, where Leroy decides to do something radical: relax.

Armed with a fishing pole and enough emotional baggage to sink a boat, Leroy heads to the lake to pray to the god of fermentation—because sometimes divine wisdom smells faintly of ale. Between gutting fish and grilling them over a crackling fire, he wrestles with the guilt and grief of leaving Lyra behind.

There’s no battle map this week, just rippling water, whispered prayers, and one man trying to make peace with the ghosts of his choices. As we explore his fractured memories of his past.

So the episode’s moral: healing doesn’t always mean fighting monsters—sometimes it means letting the line go slack, trusting the current, and forgiving yourself for drifting away.

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