Fleeing the suffocating lair of the Beholder, our hero slips down a narrow passage following a sliver of muted light ahead. Squeezing through the crack he hears the shouts and clang of a small city. The buildings are a distinctive shape hewn from the grey and brown of giant stalagmites themselves. He remembers hearing a tale of the dark-skinned Gnomes that dwell deep below the surface.

"Deekin hears great stories about the smulv…the svelin...the smulfru…them gnomes that looks like rocks. Kobold stories is better of course."

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