--<strong>Gorvis "Fennel" Wendelin - Curious and cautious.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Well put," Fennel butted in.  His golden eyes fixed this new stranger with something akin to loathing, the churning in his gut poisoning his impression of the robed man.  "I am not one to suffer a stranger to weave riddles either.  Speak your peace or be done with it, unless you intend to fight."<br/><br/>The gnome didn't seem at all eager to engage the stranger, the way evil seemed to slough off him in waves, but by the glint in his eyes it was clear that he had no intention of running.  At least, not just yet.