The small wooden chair called Hagrad seems to be glowing with excitement. So much so that he's vibrating ever so slightly. Apart from his usual act, which is usually cuss at anything that moves, he seems rather happy. If you call screaming at trees and saying 'hell yes I'm free!', repeatedly over and over again being happy. But, I shall not judge him, he has probably been within that pub for many years. This must be the most excitement he has experienced in...since the curse was cast upon him. Suddenly remembering what the original plan was, Beaurmont stops and places Hagrad down onto the ground gently. He obviously is unhappy with this as he begins angrily shouting as loud as possible. "OI, What gives!? Don't place me down in som' random grassy patch!" I lean against a nearby tree to catch my breath, he may be just a chair but Beaurmont's fight with the goblins was exhausting. This gives time for the gnome Gilrumm to slowly trot closer, he himself is also out of breath. "Ar-are we safe? Did we escape the monsters?" Gilrumm asks still hesitant and worried. Beaurmont nods, but takes a quick glance of his surroundings to ensure safety. The thick foliage should keep them hidden from the sight of any onlookers. The large oak forest rustles gently as the wind blows through the leaves, sending a chill down Beaurmont's back. Curses, he left his cloak inside the pub. "Wel' wot are we doin' here mate? Are you two already tired from the quick run into the forest?" Hagrad teases. Beaurmont knows the chair means well, but he could at least give the Gnome a break, the poor chap looks blue in the face.