Zook loved weather like this. This was weather for showing off. This was weather for making new friends. This was weather for building up an audience for a future performance. This was weather for learning new things.<br/><br/>The little gnome saw someone off in the distance taking shelter under a bridge. This wouldn't do. Zook would need to move this source of information into a nice cozy tavern, but not without a friendly and disarming greeting first.<br/><br/>He ran towards this taller fellow, concentrating his mind on the magic his gnomish heritage gifted him with (Prestidigitation as a spell-like ability). He directed the magic to dry his clothes and block the rain to prevent any further wettening as he approached. He came to a stop behind the human under the bridge and said in his friendliest tone of voice "<span style="font-style: italic">Hello there! Lovely weather, isn't it?</span>" He gives his best smile, as he waits for the human to acknowledge him, making sure to direct his magic to brighten up his face and give his teeth a shine to be envied.