From where he was perched, to could see a great deal in most all directions. Notably, a gnome and her watery slave who stood on the bridge across the lake like stream. She was headed to the Mill it seamed, or wanted to 'ambush' the Smith from behind... Of course, if the tiny bundle of cloth and arcana tried her luck at the farm, he was sure she'd suffer dearly for it. And so, he resumed his waiting...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>