A Shadow Has Fallen

Day Five in The Lost Crown. Well, Nigel's really gone and done it now. Somehow he must make everything right again, but for now, the town has turned against him. Sleepy Saxton was never very inviting, but now, as the gray mist turns into a steady downpour, all I can think of is "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" -- the sedge has withered from the lake And no birds sing.

While the story is coming to a close, and the excitement is ratcheting up a bit, the voice acting is going downhill. I can't help but think that the quality of this game would have been exponentially improved by better voice acting. Still, I need to know what happens to Nigel, and what will happen to the rest of the pour souls in Saxton.

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