Re: [Act II, Scene VII] The Control Room
At Chomper's approach to close quarters, the gnome puts up his little hands and struggles weakly to get away from the large sniffing hound. He stops, a look of relief on his face, only when the dog leaves.
Slowly getting warmer as moments go by, the gnome gains enough strength to begin standing on its own stubby little legs. He wriggles out of the Elf's arms, plopping on the cold hard floor on its feet. Brushing icicles out of its thick black hair and bushy beard, it pats its robes to get rid of any residual ice flakes. All the while glaring suspiciously at Regdoc and his dog Chomper.
He then turns its gaze, only slightly less suspiciously, to the rest of the party. "Hu er ewe? Ewe shudden be ear..."
Translation: "Who are you? You shouldn't be here..."
As if something suddenly occurred him, the gnome whips around here and there looking for...something. Eyes wide with fear, he turns back to the party, one stubby finger on his lips (still blue from his cold ordeal), with a loud whisper.
"Shhhhhh... Troll...haf ewe seen eat? Beeg...grin...nashty un..."
Translation: "Shhhhhh... Troll...have you see it? Big...green...nasty one..."