--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Inflating his own ego.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>Gorvis burst into laughter as the man beat a hasty retreat into the woods, nearly doubling over at the sight of it.  Try though he might to remain composed, he truly hadn't gotten the chance to put the fear in some dastardly ne'er-do-well in far too long!<br/><br/>"What a simpering imbecile!" he cackled, immediately turning on his heel.  "But a new set of trousers and a bit of luck and hopefully the lad will find his own way home and give some serious thought to his choice of career.  Better than lying in a pool of his own blood, I'd wager."<br/><br/>He gave the three conflicted men at his back only a brief glance.  It wasn't really in his nature to get too involved with such things.  While he'd love for nothing more than to give the man who'd ordered his death a good thrashing, he couldn't exactly trust that the others wouldn't simply do the same if given half the chance.  As if to convince himself of his decision the gnome took one step, then the next, and was soon running down the road as quickly as his little legs would carry him!<br/><br/>"They can handle themselves, surely!" he muttered breathlessly, hand keeping his hat carefully in place.  "And I've dilly-dallied enough, I think!"