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"This is most unwelcome news indeed, my son," replies the elderly cleric, his face grave, "Whether or not the native humans are correct in their beliefs about the role of their ancestors in creating and shaping this part of the Isles, which I myself doubt, it is certainly true that the primal spirits they worship are immensely powerful. In the wrong hands, one of their totem objects could wreak terrible destruction. Let's see, you say it is the one they call Marna that is missing? That would make it the totem of the Great Shark. If this was stolen with the intent to do evil, and not as part of some misguided prank, it could mean trouble for all of the Proximate Isles, as that totem holds great sway over the conditions and currents of the deep waters near Kythira."
"Yes," says Fizzenden, picking up Hyrellon's train of thought, "and perhaps we are wrong to suspect our furry neighbors of malfeasance if the ones responsible for the theft, are the same as those that have been disrupting life in our village. I'm not sure even Snarl's people are capable of such heinous mischief."
"A warlock, you say?," the motley gnome inquires of Alnar, "Whatever would you want with one of those dabblers in the infernal and strange? I'm afraid you won't find any warlocks here! And my people are the only arcanists on this island, save for perhaps one or two humans who've picked up a few cantrips on one of their off-island sojourns."
"In fact, we gnomes of Laughing Glade hale from a long line of Arcane researchers. It was my great-great-great-great-grandfather Fenwick who established the colony here to serve as a base for researches into Eladrin magic and artifacts. All these volumes you see around you have been compiled by myself and my ancestors," he says with a wave of his hand to indicate the tall bookshelves that completely ring the large room, "And through our research, we've made significant progress toward understanding and reestablishing our people's historic links to the forests of Arcadia, which you might better know as the Feywild."
"And, I'm proud to say that, despite the arcane talent that runs in my family, we count not one warlock among our number."
[sblock="Insight 22"]The gnomish leader, though straining to remain polite, is obviously somewhat offended by the implication that he might know of warlocks nearby. You're fairly sure that he's being sincere in denying that that he knows of any warlocks among the local gnomes.[/sblock]
"But, Fizzenden?," Hyrellon interjects, "What of these strange traces noted by Ferris? Might they not be evidence of a warlock at work? The unnatural withering of mother Dayna's green tresses, and a lingering fear among her creatures?"
"That's true... But how would we even go about looking for such a scoundrel? Don't you lot have anything else to go on? What of the Dauntonian party I sent you to look for," the gnomish leader asks Cyr, "You say they perished in the swamp? What happened to them?"
"Yes," says Fizzenden, picking up Hyrellon's train of thought, "and perhaps we are wrong to suspect our furry neighbors of malfeasance if the ones responsible for the theft, are the same as those that have been disrupting life in our village. I'm not sure even Snarl's people are capable of such heinous mischief."
"A warlock, you say?," the motley gnome inquires of Alnar, "Whatever would you want with one of those dabblers in the infernal and strange? I'm afraid you won't find any warlocks here! And my people are the only arcanists on this island, save for perhaps one or two humans who've picked up a few cantrips on one of their off-island sojourns."
"In fact, we gnomes of Laughing Glade hale from a long line of Arcane researchers. It was my great-great-great-great-grandfather Fenwick who established the colony here to serve as a base for researches into Eladrin magic and artifacts. All these volumes you see around you have been compiled by myself and my ancestors," he says with a wave of his hand to indicate the tall bookshelves that completely ring the large room, "And through our research, we've made significant progress toward understanding and reestablishing our people's historic links to the forests of Arcadia, which you might better know as the Feywild."
"And, I'm proud to say that, despite the arcane talent that runs in my family, we count not one warlock among our number."
[sblock="Insight 22"]The gnomish leader, though straining to remain polite, is obviously somewhat offended by the implication that he might know of warlocks nearby. You're fairly sure that he's being sincere in denying that that he knows of any warlocks among the local gnomes.[/sblock]
"But, Fizzenden?," Hyrellon interjects, "What of these strange traces noted by Ferris? Might they not be evidence of a warlock at work? The unnatural withering of mother Dayna's green tresses, and a lingering fear among her creatures?"
"That's true... But how would we even go about looking for such a scoundrel? Don't you lot have anything else to go on? What of the Dauntonian party I sent you to look for," the gnomish leader asks Cyr, "You say they perished in the swamp? What happened to them?"
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