"Shift...my...form?" says Nocke bemusedly as he looks from goblin to mousefolk. He wonders: are they fey, angels, or mortal magicians?<br/><br/>"You're...suggesting...making...me...tiny...and...fleshy? ...bottom...of...the...food...chain? It...sounds...dangerous. Though...yes...it...would...have...advantages. I...could...be...carried," he nods to Chrrou's concern, "and...hide...until...the...right...moment." He grins at Takal's idea of a surprise attack where they wreck the place from within.<br/><br/>"Don't...worry...about...me...little...mouse. I've...put...70...rings...onto...this...trunk. It's...tall...and...sturdy. Besides...nobody...eats...pine--except...termites. You...should...be...worried...about...your...own...safety. Lot...of...creatures...eat...mice."<br/><br/>"I've...seen...wyvern...riders...flying...over...Armel," says Nocke gravely, "and...giants...entering...with...basketfulls...of...slaves. But...I've...never...seen...inside...the...walls. I...don't...know...the...gang's...full...strength."<br/><br/>"They...might...outnumber...us...but...if...we...can...liberate...and...arm...the...slaves...it...would...give...us...dozens...of...allies."