Oct 7, 2026 · 1 hr 10 min · 17 segments
This week's feed drop features friend of the show: Welcome to the Brass Eagle! *Welcome to the Brass Eagle* is a ten episode fantasy fiction audio drama about a teleporting tavern. Episode 2 is out…
Connor BushovenHostA small sitting room is warmed by the midday sun, the mellow afternoon light filtered through rustling wisterias blooming around the open shutters.
Dust motes dance and swirl in the glow, illuminated and chasing each other as they are carried in an ebb and flow of the summer air.
The sounds of city life waft in from outside.
The rumble of horse-drawn carts, the clatter of the smith's hammer, the laughs of children, and the distant noisy din of a vibrant market all speak to the bustling life here in the city of Tavria.
People from all walks of life amble along, going about their chores and errands with baskets and bundles and buggies stacked high with goods.
Within the home, however, things are uncomfortably silent.
A young woman stands at the door, shouldering an overstuffed backpack and a well-worn leather guitar case.
Her garb, that of an entertainer, is comfortable but a tad impractical.
Colorful, eye-catching patterns adorn the fabric, and small bells jingle merrily as she moves.
She stands with her arms outstretched in a pleading gesture, turned towards her mother and younger sister, who have gathered to see her off.
Tears glimmer in the young girl's eye as her older sister looks at her imploringly.
I'm sorry, Lily.
If you're sorry, then why don't you stay?
I can't stay, kiddo.
Joining the band is my dream.
I've got to follow it.
But who's gonna play with me when you're gone?
Lily, I won't be gone forever.
I'll be back to visit soon.
I promise.
It's not fair.
You can't leave.
Lily, it's okay.
A small sitting room is warmed by the midday sun, the mellow afternoon light filtered through rustling wisterias blooming around the open shutters.
Dust motes dance and swirl in the glow, illuminated and chasing each other as they are carried in an ebb and flow of the summer air.
The sounds of city life waft in from outside.
The rumble of horse-drawn carts, the clatter of the smith's hammer, the laughs of children, and the distant noisy din of a vibrant market all speak to the bustling life here in the city of Tavria.
People from all walks of life amble along, going about their chores and errands with baskets and bundles and buggies stacked high with goods.
Within the home, however, things are uncomfortably silent.
A young woman stands at the door, shouldering an overstuffed backpack and a well-worn leather guitar case.
Her garb, that of an entertainer, is comfortable but a tad impractical.
Colorful, eye-catching patterns adorn the fabric, and small bells jingle merrily as she moves.
She stands with her arms outstretched in a pleading gesture, turned towards her mother and younger sister, who have gathered to see her off.
Tears glimmer in the young girl's eye as her older sister looks at her imploringly.
I'm sorry, Lily.
If you're sorry, then why don't you stay?
I can't stay, kiddo.
Joining the band is my dream.
I've got to follow it.
But who's gonna play with me when you're gone?
Lily, I won't be gone forever.
I'll be back to visit soon.
I promise.
It's not fair.
You can't leave.
Lily, it's okay.
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