Re: The Devil Box
He peered from under his hiding spot. Well, they hadn't turned into monsters and tried to eat him or anything, yet. In fact, they were ordering drinks as though no great thing had happened.
He felt a little embarrassed, in fact.
So he laid under the chairs for a time, considering. A svirfneblin's natural instinct, drummed in since childhood, was to run and hide and be unnoticed and avoid dangers. It was the only way to be safe. But Schnickle was on the surface now, there was nowhere for one of his kind to hide from the dangers. No caves, no burrows, no walls, no roof. Just a big wide open space full of strange and unknown people. How could he even hide from all that?
Finally he slid out from the chair, staring upwards and blinking. Then he silently got to his feet, climbed back onto the chair, and sat down, without a word and looking very small indeed. Were they all watching him?