--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Cursing his own lack of foresight!</strong>--<br/><hr/><br/>'<em>Blast and double blast!</em>' Gorvis thought to himself, panic instinctively bubbling up in his chest and heart fluttering like a butterfly in the wind.  He checked his face carefully, making sure that it appeared to be<em>flesh</em>instead of what was actually beneath it, hoping that everything was appropriately gnome-like.<br/><br/>"Hold your blades!  I'm coming out!" he squeaked nonthreateningly, coming back out of the bush with his little hands held high.  At least, as high as someone of his diminutive stature could possibly manage.<br/><br/>It was a stupid risk to take, but from the brief glance he'd gathered that they<em>probably</em>weren't common bandits.  Bandits typically didn't get their hands on such fine-looking chainmail, nor did they bear the mark of a kingdom on their breasts.<br/><br/>Gorvis cleared his throat, smiling with as much humility as he could manage.  "I'm sorry to have perturbed you, fair travelers!  I was just camping nearby, and the sound of your horses drew my attention.  I'm a bit lost, so I had hoped you might be able to point me in the right direction!"