The Campaign Builder's Guild

[ic=Raynor] Raynor downs what is left of his drink and orders another. He puts another 5 coppers on the bar.[/ic]

[ic=Giddy Gnome]With a high-pitched squeal of glee, the gnome pounces, wrapping his arms around Aromel. Smiling broadly, his voice is quick and high-pitched. "Thank you, thank you!" The gnome locks his eyes into a transfixed gaze. "You saved my life, and I can't ever repay you!"[/ic]

[ic=Barkeep]With a grumble, the barkeep fetches another ale, snapping up the copper and beginning to get distance from the ecstatic gnome.[/ic]

[ic=Raynor] "Looks like you've got a friend", Raynor says as he takes another sip of his ale[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]The elf shifts uneasily under the gnome's embrace, his hand falling to his belt pouch, just in case. "Erm...don't worry about it?"[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]Sunetos stares out from underneath his cloak, and lamplight can be seen flickering in his eyes.  A soft chuckle can be heard emanating from the shadow under his hood.[/ic]

[ic=Giddy Gnome]With a rapid shake of his head, the gnome offers another grin as he tightens his grip. "No, no... I don't worry. I do repay, though... Just name anything, and my brothers and I will get it done!" Letting go, the gnome backs away. "Nobble Stiddlefink and Brothers, Loremasters for Hire!"[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]"I'm sorry, but I honestly can't think of anything."[/ic]

[ic=Nobble Stiddlefink]With a dissapointed look in his eyes, Nobble nods, letting his grip slip away. "Oh... that's okay." Fighting back the tears welling in his eyes, Nobble takes a few steps backward. "I just... I just didn't know if you..."[/ic]
[ic=Somber Gnome]A quite sober gnome had been watching the conversation and hopped down from his seat, walking over to join Nobble. Despite being about the same height as Nobble and possessing the same hooked nose and high cheek bones, this gnome has dark lines under his eyes and has allowed his hair to grow much shaggier. The gnome is holding a hand to his throat. "Sorry about me brother," he rasps, the act of speaking causing him pain. "He's excitable. We don't have much to offer you anyhow..." The gnome coughs, a small drop of blood escaping his lower lip. "We've problems of our own."[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]Obviously feeling concerned and confused for upsetting the small gnome, Aromel's worries grows when he sees the more level-headed of the group coughing up blood. "Are you all right?" He motions at the seats next to him, "Here, take a seat. What kind of problems?"[/ic]

[ic=Raynor] Raynor turns in his seat, intrigued by the gnomes[/ic]

[ic=Somber Gnome]Warily eyeing the elf, the short-statured gnome shook his head, his hair flying into his face. "Not here. Not with..." He glances briefly at the black-armored soldiers, and looks back to Aromel. "Them. I also recommend getting out of here... They don't take kindly to non-humans." Offering Aromel a quick look, he said, quieter than before, "If you really do want to help, we'd be grateful. Go to the apothecary at the end of the street and ask for me-- Braddle." Stepping back a bit, Braddle looks cautiously around. "Make sure they aren't following."[/ic]
[ic=Nobble]Nobble looks around nervously as his brother speaks.[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]Likewise, Sunetos, turns his head to get a better view of the distracting little people, listening intently to their conversation.[/ic]

[ic=Raynor] Raynor leans in close to the gnome. "You mind if I come along? I like to other my help where I can."[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]The cloaked figure leans into the conversation, and mutters... "I apologise for listening in, but I am intrigued by direction of this conversation, may I accompany you as well?"[/ic]

[ic=Braddle]With a short sigh, the grizzled gnome looks Raynor and the cloaked figure over. "Sure, sure... Can't do any more harm than the others, I guess. Now, if you'll excuse us..." Tapping Nobble on the shoulder, Braddle begins to herd him away, although managing a drunken gnome is no easy task. Motioning to his companions, the gnomes began to leave the establishment, gaining the leers of the black-armored soldiers.[/ic]