Ketch looks dubious but follows. He splashes through the pond and uses his much longer stride to try to catch up with the little gnomelings without looking like he is trying to catch up. He looks inside the cave before heading straight in though, never know when another of their mechanical doodads may try to puncture his innards!
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
John will stop midway through the pond, and bending at the waist, proceed to rinse the grime from his large hands. Then cupping water into said hands, he'll splash a copious amount of water on to his face. "Mother always said it was rude to show up to dinner unwashed."He says to no one in particular before following the others up the winding path.
You enter the cave entrance and you can hear voices echoing from the left tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel is a rectangular room, 25 feet long and ten feet across. It has several tables in it, filled with gnomes. A few of them look more crowded than the others. Two of the gnomes are over at a hardy looking cabinet in one corner, pulling out tin dishes and cups.
One of the tables has been pushed closer to the door and it's chairs taken away. There are blankets on the floor, but they look lumpy. When you touch them, you hear a soft crunch and there's a slight shifting.
"Dried grass." Dabbledob flips back a corner of a blanket to show a bag.
"Since you outsiders can't fit our chairs," Fiddlestib points around the room, showing the chairs scaled for smaller folk.
"We drag these out." Dabbledob fixes the blanket and goes next to Fiddlestib.
“I’ll eat standing if need be, but thank you. Very considerate of you,” Ketch will reply, skeptical of the seats but also not overly picky about such things. He’s even less particular about the food, except for the portions. He’ll be needing several trays just for the first course.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Ketch looks dubious but follows. He splashes through the pond and uses his much longer stride to try to catch up with the little gnomelings without looking like he is trying to catch up. He looks inside the cave before heading straight in though, never know when another of their mechanical doodads may try to puncture his innards!
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
John will stop midway through the pond, and bending at the waist, proceed to rinse the grime from his large hands. Then cupping water into said hands, he'll splash a copious amount of water on to his face. "Mother always said it was rude to show up to dinner unwashed." He says to no one in particular before following the others up the winding path.
You enter the cave entrance and you can hear voices echoing from the left tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel is a rectangular room, 25 feet long and ten feet across. It has several tables in it, filled with gnomes. A few of them look more crowded than the others. Two of the gnomes are over at a hardy looking cabinet in one corner, pulling out tin dishes and cups.
One of the tables has been pushed closer to the door and it's chairs taken away. There are blankets on the floor, but they look lumpy. When you touch them, you hear a soft crunch and there's a slight shifting.
"Dried grass." Dabbledob flips back a corner of a blanket to show a bag.
"Since you outsiders can't fit our chairs," Fiddlestib points around the room, showing the chairs scaled for smaller folk.
"We drag these out." Dabbledob fixes the blanket and goes next to Fiddlestib.
"The table is usually the right size this way."
“I’ll eat standing if need be, but thank you. Very considerate of you,” Ketch will reply, skeptical of the seats but also not overly picky about such things. He’s even less particular about the food, except for the portions. He’ll be needing several trays just for the first course.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
The gnomes shrug and sit down. The gnomes by the cabinet walk over and set dishes in front of you.
A minute later, a large plate of green bread loaves is set down.
There's a bit of whispering between them, then one leaves. When he comes back, he sets down a bag of jerky.