Listen, you can talk all you want about proper precautions and things best left unknown and blah blah blah. Bu

Listen, you can talk all you want about proper precautions and things best left unknown and blah blah blah. But when someone gives you the disassembled pieces of a magical artifact? I don't care who you are — you put that baby together. As the last piece of the First Crown slotted into place, the whole thing started glowing with green light and humming, and that's when things got weird. Before we knew what was happening, we were somewhere else, an indistinct nowhere with misty walls glowing that same green. Before us floated an elven man, all dressed up like some sort of king. Except that he wasn't a normal king, because last time I checked elves weren't see-through, and their skin didn't give off wisps of glowing smoke. He stared at us with his blank ghost-eyes and said, "You're neither witch nor worm. Who are you?" So we told him...