<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CRcxbL8.jpg)</div><br/>Velma awoke the next morning, pleasantly surprised to find herself rising naturally.  No strange gnome in her room, no sounds of breaking glassware, nothing unusual at all.  Just the always warm air of Laelith, even over night.  The slight sore wonderful feeling of being fucked had faded as she’d slept, thank you lycanthropic healing, leaving her feeling as rested as one could possibly desire.<br/><br/>But the sounds of high pitched speech reached her ears as she descended down to the tavern level.  Her father stood on his rail behind the bar, resting both arms against the smooth clean wood, chin resting a top one fist.  In front of him was a gnomish woman who spoke in the classically stereotypical high pitched voice of a gnome.  But her robes and gemmed staff marked her as a mage.  She was speaking quickly, as gnomes tended to do, but slow enough to not be annoying, not for most people anyways.  Strangely enough her father seemed to be listening intently to the woman, and didn’t seem especially grumpy or dour.<br/><br/><strong>“..but I remembered a minute too late that gelatinous cubes were resistant to lightning you see?” </strong>She said in her high pitched voice as Dwalin nodded,<strong>“Thankfully my friend Rohnan was there, and he shoved me out of the way of the thing as it oozed forwards.  A moment later and I would have been swallowed up.  As it was, Rohnan was engulfed to his waist in the time it took me to regain my feet, and was up to his neck before I had my next spell ready!  The funny thing is when I put my thumbs together, like this...” </strong>she touched her thumbs together, palms facing down, fingers splayed out,<strong>“And spoke the magic words…” </strong>She began to mutter something in an arcane tongue.<br/><br/>Dwalin’s face went white as a sheet and he straightened up, realizing that the gnome’s gesture was pointed at him, and only inches from his face.  But the gnome began laughing hysterically, and clutched her chest with one hand as she pointed at the dwarf with her other,<strong>“Yes, yes, his face looked JUST like that!  Well, anyways, his eyebrows regrew in no time, I don’t know why he was so upset.” </strong><br/><br/>Dwalin turned then and saw Velma,<strong>“Ach, your… friend is here…”</strong>He hopped down off the rail and headed to the back, the tavern empty at the moment, muttering something about checking on the ale in the basement.<br/><strong><br/>“Oh, hi!” </strong>the gnome practically burbled,<strong>“You must be Velma, Flint sent me!”</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">edit</div><div class="spoiler_body">edit - eyebrows not "eyes"  derp.</div></div>