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After travelling for what seemed like forever the tavern, aptly named KNACKEREDS END, was a sight for sore eyes. Taking my horse to the dwarf stable hand, his grunt was highly reassuring. I then shuffled my way back to the front of the tavern, took a deep breath stood tall and walked inside.

My name is Jaffa I’ve had this tavern for more a century than I care to remember. I’m a well lets say, Elf you might say wood elf, as most elves I am tall 8 foot to be fair however I am nether slender or highborn. In my time here I have served grog to all manner of kin folk and some I couldn’t identify. But let me tell you about this one surprising visitor I had in The KNACKEREDS END.

It was a normal evening if such a thing exists, all the locals were in and the Grog was flowing, the PNP (Palace and PuppY) lot were in the back room playing their game, can not say as I understand it! but they pay gold for the room. Anyway I had just served A oak his third barrel, when the front door seemed to open by itself, my patrons seemed put out and restless for a moment and that is when I saw him.

A cloaked figure of around 3 to 4 feet tall, later he insisted he was closer to 4’3” I did not argue with him. He strode to the bar, climbed onto a stool, throwing back his hood I could see he was a Gnome, he appeared young but weathered, with a shock of blue and purple hair, like a Mohawk with a platted tail looked a little like something had claimed onto his head and died. In a strangled voice he ordered a tankard ale, the little fellow downed it in one then ordered another his voice much stronger now his throat was no longer dry, leaping from the stool swiping his tankard from the bar leaving ample coin in its stead, he went to a free table over by the fire, a shiver read through him as he sat up at the table. He removed his cloak, showing battered leather armour, a belt of many pockets and what to him must have seemed a sword. From a satchel at his side he pulled out a book and started to reed. I paid him no mind for some time, had to serve those that wanted and throw out two that that had had their fill, a half-Elf and a bearded barbarian shortly after their friends left, another half-elf a noble, a bard, a paladin and a female Druid, shame to see them go this time, they paid and boy did they drink. Anyway back to our little friend, as I had said he was reading a book, problem came when he started reading from it aloud almost chanting if you follow me, I do not know if they came from him or from the book, these strange black finger  like tentacles, they seem to reach into every one even into the back room. That is the last thing I remember before waking just now to find you standing over me, and that’s it I can only guess that it was him that killed everyone here.

A you say you have never seen this Gnome before!  No never. Hmm yes and where is this Gnome of yours now?