I scrambled to my feet, as did Sir Raleigh, and I put my hand on his head to stop him from lunging at any of our hosts. A deep growl rumbled through him, and they disappeared. And not just the ones who had been surrounding us, but the rest of them, leaving the Winter Gnome King standing on a mound of dirt where his throne had been. I coughed, and turquoise-colored smoke emerged from my mouth.
"What the…?"
The others in my party woke, and Rhys rolled to his feet with movements as lithe as a panther. Troubadour propped himself on his elbow, rubbed his eyes, and got up less gracefully, but still in a charmingly rumpled way. The humans stood together, clutching their packs. Upon standing, all of them coughed the strange smoke. As for Lawrence…
Where was Lawrence? I first searched for his hu
