five + = 12
A pilgrimage comes to an end.
Monsters, Chases, and Wrenches to the Face
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a Grue.
Stay a while and listen
Never give up, my son.
On the Road Again
Darkness is the heart’s true essence
I wish to face my shadow
A shocking display of smarts from Mr Barrows
C’mon, Little Sparrow