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Gilrona sighs a heavy sigh. She reaches up an pushes the button on her goggles for the 100th time in the past hour. "Still nothing. These goggles don't help at all in here. Ughh. " she says rather solemnly. It's obvious her legs are getting tired. "Do you think we could maybe set up camp and...

"Yea, I'm okay." She says, still slightly awestruck by what just happened. "Anyone know how far it is to Heksa? Assuming we don't get lost of course. " Gilrona asks the group.

Gilrona slowly gathers her own complexion. Seeing someone she just met hurt, it was scary. She had no idea why she felt so strongly about Beaurmont's safety--there was something about him. She reached up and pressed the button on her glasses again, and they returned to the dark blue color that...

"Ughhh. What happened? Gilrona mumbles as she rises to her feet. Looking around briefly, she notices the injured Beaurmont. "Oh my god Beaurmont! Please! Please be okay! Wake up! Can you hear me? MYR!" She's yelling quite frantically now, talking almost too quickly to understand. "I cant- I cant...

"By the gods man! You're hit" Gilrona shouts towards Beaurmont. "You better believe I'm not let you and that drunkard get all the credit!" She grips her staff, and presses the button on her glasses again. They change from a dark blue, to a bright red. "Now I can see all my targets, and nothing...

Gilrona flicks another button on her glasses. They change from a green to a dark blue color. Noticing the confusing of the group, Gilrona says, "It's a combination of underwater and night vision." She scans the area of them. "Uh-oh." Gilrona suddenly sounds worried. "There's movement near the...

Gilrona runs as fast as her little legs will carry her, which is really the same speed as everyone else, but it looks really fast because her legs are really short!

Looking around, Gilrona notices the strange looks of the people around them. "We best be off then, before we cause any more trouble here." She says. The forest is this way." the gnome says, pointing with her staff. She removes her dark glasses as they head into the night. Gilrona then pulls out...

"I'll do what I can, although my power is quite limited." Gilrona replies sheepishly. "I only know a few of my grandmother's spells, and even then, their quality isn't that good."

"He's bigger than I am! Don't look at me!" Gilrona exclaims.

The gnome seems unphased by the number of bottles. "You forget fool, I was raised with dwarves. I've been drinking since I was a we lass." She pauses for a moment. "A we'r lass than I am now." She says with a stern look. "We should best be going soon. Before you pass out again."

The gnome goes to catch the bottle. She nearly drops it at first, but quickly recovers. "Wake up you ol' drunken fool. Even I can hold my liquor better than you." Gilrona says as she opens the bottle and waves it in front of Myr's nose.

"I'm more than happy to have your company friends, especially you Beaurmont." Gilrona starts to turn towards the door, but stops suddenly. "Where are we going again?" She asks with an embarrassed chuckle.

Almost understandingly Gilrona looks up at the man. "This does seem odd. I feel the need to cure this poor soul. Would you be willing to help me good sir knight?"

*Beaurmont never mentioned his name either* "I don't believe the chair meant anything by it. Besides, he's a chair. I don't think he could even move." Gilrona says with a smirk.

"Witches you said?" Gilrona stares off into thought. "Maybe you're right, they could be helpful! Do you think we should go?" Gilrona looks up at the mam *OOC* *Who never mentioned his name*

The gnome suddenly lights up with excitement. "Yes, yes I believe so. I may have seen it on her shelves!" Gilrona looks solemn again. "But her home was in Jormungand, far away form here. I could never make it there alone."

"Don't look at me!" The gnome replies sheepishly. "I've only heard of such things! My grandmother used to be a power warlock. She might know something about this curse, not that that does us any good anymore." Gilrona's gaze drops to the floor. She looks saddened, as if recalling a happier time.

Gilrona nods in agreement and looks to the chair, "What are you good sir chair, and how did you get this way?"

"Seems like." She says with a scornful look toward the man. "But it is as you both said, it's like I hear this chair's voice within my head. It's almost like telepathy." Gilrona inquires.