forgotten_dream

Gell looks slightly confused as he sorts through Sarael's myriad of words. He ponders for a moment, a task that seems to be both new and painful to him, then laughs again as he claps the elf across the back in a friendly manner, but still hard enough to cause a person to stumble a bit.
"Thank you small squishy! You am hear more about Gell when he am going into tomb to smash bad things!" Gell flashes a toothy grin at Sarael. "You no am worry though. Gell am make sure you am not get squished. Gell am smash anyone that try to smash my squishy elf friend!"
As the strange half dragon creature enters, Gell's train of thought is quickly lost and he turns his attention toward the newcomer. "You am using magic?" the half orc asks scornfully. "Magic am for small squisheys! Gell am use his own magic! When Gell am hitting squishey animals with axe, squishey animals am disappear!"
Laughing at his own crude joke, Gell's attention shifts again to some trick of light off of his axe blade that has caught his eye. He watches it for a moment, fascinated, before turning to the Duke. "No more talk! Talk am for small squishey men! Gell want to act!"

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