Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The gnomish woman looks at Caramip with wide eyes. "You're saying you really don't know? I have no idea where you must have been in the Empire not to know about the plague that is washing through and killing... or transforming, the human peoples. You're friend is lucky in that he still looks somewhat healthy and unaffected. Of course, they say the only truly safe humans are those followers of Festios," she says and spits, but then eyes Dartis suspiciously.
Before she can take the party's coin, four Imperial guards march in accompanied by a man in blue robes. The man holds some component in his right hand, while leaning on a staff of office in his left. He scans the group, looking Caramip and Dartis over briefly, then finally pointing at a solitary gnome in the corner. "There! He's the one!" The guards begin to walk forward, while the gnome overturns a table and hides behind it while beginning to chant some audible incantation.
Before she can take the party's coin, four Imperial guards march in accompanied by a man in blue robes. The man holds some component in his right hand, while leaning on a staff of office in his left. He scans the group, looking Caramip and Dartis over briefly, then finally pointing at a solitary gnome in the corner. "There! He's the one!" The guards begin to walk forward, while the gnome overturns a table and hides behind it while beginning to chant some audible incantation.