A rather tall, slender Gnome pushes through the doors of the Shady Corner. Behind him, and Elite Guard of six Gnomes stand at attention silently. He unrolls a rather long scroll and says quite loudly:
"Attention All Fine and Honorable Gnomes of Jastrey. The Fine and Honorable Ganpoleon, leader of the Gnomish Army, delightfully and graciously requests your presence. I beg you accompany me."
Delvin blinks at the tall slender Gnome with the light of curiosity lighting his eyes. He pushed his way up from the bar and reached up to adjust his hat before walking up to the new Gnome. "Salutations friend!" Delvin said with a a arm smile, "Might I ask what the Gnomish army requests of us?"
Thimble had been in her back corner, appearing to take a nap before being so rudely interupted by a small army of pompous looking gnomes. She pulled her hat slightly back so it wasn't drawn over her eyes any longer, lurching up right to grab her bottle and chug down some more of its contents, before getting up and walking over to Delvins side.
With her arms crossed over her chest, she began to ask, "who are these..." Thimble thought for a moment in a drunken haze, some word that would hopefuly not offend. "Goons?-I mean, guests. Yes guests." She cleared her throat and fixed her hat again, looking at the leader appearing one in the eyes. "Who are you and what business brings you to Jastery?" She said with a more sober and serious manner.
Nasher pushed open the door to the Shady Corner, seeing the group of Gnomish guards and a skinny gnome standing among them. "Ah come on! More Cherry Cheeks! Nasher just wanted a blasted drink! Nasher says this is bullcrap!" the goblin shouted and complained. He turned around and headed his way back the way he came, continually screaching and complaing about how the town is being "Over run" and how he needs to "Lock up all Nasher's bitses before the Tomato Cheeks steals them."
[Removed. Whoopsie]