"Well, if that's the case, I'm quite surprised anyone made the trip here, successfully, and will be incredibly surprised if this city survives into the next year, given the clear rate of attrition you must be suffering," the gnome said, dryly.<br/><br/>It was during one of his Sunday afternoons, sunning himself on a cool, sunny hillside, that he would find his rest interrupted by a shadow looming over him. "You are ruler in these lands?" came the gruff, yet feminine voice.