forgotten_dream

Gell ignores most of those in the room, preferring to involve himself instead in the feast before him. He looks up just in time to see one of the room's chairs turn into a gnome and quickly jumps up, his eyes wide. Gell looks at where the "chair" once stood, then to the peculiar gnome, then looks at his own chair. Extending one finger, Gell pokes the chair cautiously. "Squishy?" he asks inquisitively. He watches the chair a moment longer, then pats the chair. "You no am worry, tiny squishy. Gell no am smashing you any more." Satisfied this other "gnome" will be safe now, Gell opts to stand for the rest of the feast, looking around at those others who gathered in the new room.

Swilling mead, Gell then looks to Vinoh. He watches the mind mage with a mixture of distrust and fear, then points at him. "You no am get in Gell's head! Gell am no want to be flying like cup either!", he states, pointing to the cup Vinoh made to float acrosst the room. "Gell no am liking magic cast on him!"

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