It appears it was a gnome I shook out of the tree. Dragn looks up and only sees a blure as it drops out of the tree, lands and knocks him out. In anger, and a pure racial hatred towards gnomes, I break off a branch, drop out from the tree, and attack. It runs.
Compleatly forgeting about dragn, I chass it, doging pinecones thrown at me, and gentaly saving the misstreated animals also thrown. It was not long before we get out of the forest.
Your going to die little one!Wow, that was dark for me, even if it was towards a gnome. Ah! The little bugger is heading towards the lybrary!
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