You step back from the doorway.
"Um, Micaja? Or someone?" You yell over your shoulder. "We've got a god damn gnome in here, a little help please?"
The nome hops down from his perch into the doorway, glaring at you with diamond eyes. You stare at the creature as he raises his right hand, tightening it into a fist. It sounds like rocks grinding on themselves. Behind him you see two similar figures pull Roisin out the back window of her vardo.
“What the hell is that?” Micaja is right behind you, confusion and disgust in his voice.
An obsidian dagger slides from beneath the nome's armor into his left hand.
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