"Would you cretins stop running off without any sort of plan already!" The gnome loudly exclaimed, now glaring angrily at the dwelf slinking off into the bushes. "I'm not saying there's anything out there, but the way you're all moving out is just inviting possible trouble to pick us off one by one."

Galawayn sighed to himself again and gripped his staff tightly. This was gonna be a long day.