Role

Chapter 1

In a shadowy alcove of the Inn of the Eternal Star, a rotund woman slams
down a frothing mug of dwarven ale on table where a tiny svirfneblin sits
nervously, as she begins shouting profanities about rocks and stones. In
the middle of her drunken frenzy, she plops down upon a seat right next
to him and begins rambling on about her tale of tragedy and woe.

You stupid rolling rock you! I bet your one of them aren't ya! Your one
of them damn flower huggers of the tree..Preachin about coddling saplings
and protecting the stones in the rivers and streams!

The portly woman shakes her fist right in the svirfneblin's face as she
continues her tirade, all the while the poor deep gnome sits quietly as
he sips upon his glass of wine every so often, listening and smiling so
to not further incite the overbearing woman.

You gnomes are all alike! Waddling around on your tiny legs teachin about
the stones and Thar-Eris! Come join our tree! You can be free! Poppycock!

The woman leans right into svirfneblin's face, hers only inches away from
his, as she begins pointing at scarred burn that stretches across her face.

You see this!? This woke me up to the truth! Let me be real with you little
man! Here I am spilling out my story, you might as well hear how it began!