Role

Chapter 5

A brisk warm wind was blowing from the desert to the far east of Galadon that
early evening. The gnome had hidden the ingredients the mistress had bought
for making a particular meal that day. The mistress finding herself without
certain things bid farewell to her husband as she headed off to market.The
gnome however was cornered by the master in the garden.The master of the
house had a look of sheer hatred in his eyes as he gazed upon the little
being. Without warning the master utter a cantation and water shot out at
the gnome from a number of directions. Being quick witted the gnome hid
behind a bush whose leaves grew very quickly to shield the small gardener.
Without thought the gnome reached out to the plants around him and the man
was quickly knocked unconscious by the limb of a large oak tree. Using all
of the might in his body the gnome dragged the man into the kitchen. He
quickly created a large fire that would not be able to be contained in the
stove.

He grabbed a small bag he had been hiding in the garden and walked away from
the place that had been his home for years. The winds from the east blew
against the flames that began to lick up the curtains of the windows all over
the house. A shout of alarm went up and a call for help with the fire spread
through the city guard.Their efforts, though valiant, were no match for the
power of the winds blowing in from the east, fueling the flames that would
consume this extravagant home. As smoke spread through the city a little
gnome could be seen making his way to a small wooded grove where a figure
waited with open arms and symbols of the phases of the moon on his robes.
"Welcome Trabbi, we have been waiting for you!"