Role

Chapter 9

The nightmare came again last night. Iltanthal has learned to expect it.
He woke with a groan again, and rolled over. There, staring him right in the face,
was a gnome. Ambush! Gripping his daggers, Iltanthal lept into action. And then
realized that the gnome's eyes were closed and it was snoring.

Oh. Right. That was his traveling companion. He'd been convinced to trust him in the name of smiting
evil, and smiting they had done, though there was always a dagger ready to fly at the various extremeties
of the gnome should he decide to betray Iltanthal.

This was not the first gnome that Iltanthal had eventually trusted his life to. In fact, no
gnomes he had ever met had shown the slightest hint of evil. Other than the one who - no,
better not to think about that.

It was all very confusing. All of these gnomes seemed to behave just as the Elders said. Not at all evil.
Why, then, would one of them betray the Elves and - NO! Shaking his head, Iltanthal muttered quietly
and began preparing to continue his travels, with this companion.