"Are you sure you're fine," Drake said to the fast talking gnome.
"Yesyes,stopworryin'overme.Si'downwouldyou," the little gnome spouted back as Drake tried to check her over for gashes and cuts. After his mind had time to separate her words, he did as she told him and sat in one of the grubby little chairs. "Hey!" Brunilda shouted bouncing in her chair. "Irememberyou!Youorderedthoseweird
tubesfrompa!" Drake's eyes widened at the exclamation. "Ohsureya'remember.Those
"No, I can't say I do. Perhaps your father is still around and could remind me." He was starting to get hopeful. Everything else had come so easily, why wouldn't this?
"Nope....pa died a few months ago," it was quite obvious from the exaggerated slowing of her speech that her father's death still haunted her. Drake couldn't let it end there though.
"Do you remember why I had your father make the tubes then?"
"No,butIrememberthatyouweredoin'someworkforamageatthetime." Drake was even more puzzled now. Was it the same mage that had caused his memory lose. He almost missed what Brunilda said next. "....say'elivesinsomecaveinthewoods." He had to know what she had said.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" he asked in his most pleading of tones.
"Great," he thought, "more information we have to chase after."
"Well, I think we best be moving on," Drake said, more as a signal to Cody than to announce that he was about to leave to the gnome.
"Youmighttryaskin'Maximoatthesmithey'sifyou'relookinforthamage," he heard Brunilda shout as he walked out the front door of the shack.