Hollows Last Hope: Part 1-an emergency
As often was the case, as soon as the gnome stopped drawing attention to himself, most of the people simply ignored the smallish fellow. He scampered along behind the others as they made their way into the Herbalist's and slipped through the door hardly noticed. The smells and sights in the shop were intriguing, especially the books, scrolls and parchments that were laying scattered about. Nomerendal made a mental note to come back here when things were less hectic and see if he couldn't borrow some for reading material while he fished.
"Darkmoon Woods? Blackscour Mushrooms? Sounds like something out of a story..." he mused quietly, thinking.
"Excuse me, but may I ask, who was the first to take ill? Surely, you've already thought of this, after all, you're certainly more knowledgeable than most folks about such things... but that might help you track back to the source... maybe."
Nom realized he was still holding his fishing pole as he stood behind the others and peeked around to make his inquiry. He awkwardly fidgeted with it a moment, but there's really no hiding a fishing pole.
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