‘They’ll never take all of this. Make sure to pack only the most important things,’ he said, ‘but everything is important! Now… medicinal herbs, very important, but largely useless without Phintel’s Guide to Vegetal Potions and Poultices. Where did I put that? I saw it just a moment ago. Mímir save me, but this is hopeless… And where are those damn porters? They should have been here over an hour ago.’
The voice was high pitched, though definitely masculine. As Eleusia drew level with the open doors, she saw that it belonged to a gnome, wearing a once elaborate, though now rather threadbare, set of blue ceremonial robes. A curtain of blond hair surrounded a prominent bald patch at the crown of his head and dangled down over his ears and onto his shoulders. The room he was standing in was
