Fires of Creation: The Hunting Party
Morin laughed along with Bron, genuinely sharing his amusement. "Yeah, I'll admit that last part was a stretch! You got me! I was just hoping to get this business sorted out without any more bloodshed." The gnome chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "I mean, don't get me wrong, after all the monsters and robots we've been battling below the ground, you lot don't exactly scare me. You only got two arms each, zero tentacles, and I highly doubt any of you have a net-gun built into your arm. But we gotta wipe out, like, a whole tribe of plant guys in the morning, so...look, I'll level with you."
A bit more seriously, though without a speck of fear, he told Gram the truth. "Garmen's a traitor. He turned the Torch off, or at least he helped turn it off. I'm sure you've heard about the big buzzing doohickey he's got stashed in his warehouse? The one he turned on the same day the torch went out? I dunno if you put two and two together, and I honestly don't care. But Garmen clearly knew the jig was up when we found it, because he drank his second invisibility potion and now he's doing a runner. We're trying to track him down before he makes it out of the town limits, 'cause knowing exactly what he did might come in handy while we turn the Torch back on and save your little town. You dig?"
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