Durin stood there on edge, waiting for something to happen. But then nothing did. Was it all a trick? Durin turned back to face the gnome, she didn't seem to be hostile anymore, so he would go with her, for now. He thought over her request for a few seconds before nodding.

"Aye. That'll probably do in the short run. I aught to see a healer later to get this thing properly patched up." Gnomes generally weren't the sort to have extensive knowledge of medicine. They were too squirrely for a practice as delicate as the bodies of other creatures. Asides, they appeared more familiar with machines than people. Why else would they give each other such odd tattoos.

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