“And who is Pux?”
“The one you tossed so carelessly down,” the first gnome shouted as he wobbled into the living room. “I’m Pux, you lummox, and I’ll be asking you to be more careful with how you treat me.”
“Well, Pux, you shouldn’t break into people’s homes if you don’t wish to be thrown around. It’s not polite.” Crossing his arms, Rhychard stared down at the little man. “And just what were you doing in my bed?”
The gnome shoved his hands onto his hips and stared right back at Rhychard, unafraid. “My job, that’s what.”
Rhychard turned back to the Lore Master Apprentice, staring at him with a questioning arch of his eyebrow.
Famallumi shrugged, just as clueless as everyone else in the room, it appeared.
“Aren’t you supposed to know all this stuff being a Lore Master and all?” Rhychard asked. Rhychard heard Kree moving onto the porch.