Chapter 225: Summerlands

“I’m telling you, Karl’s up to something,” Rhychard said as they entered the condo. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Rhychard spotted three of the gnomes on the small dining room table munching on leftover bacon. Drimzie laid along Kree’s back, the coshey in his usual spot on the loveseat, the gnome’s ankles crossed and his hands behind his head, propping it up. So much for getting away from the tiny men for a while, Rhychard thought with a sigh. How fast can they travel in the ground, anyway? He blew out another breath and just chose to ignore them. “Karl is always up to something. Besides, the elves who are supposed to be guarding him are never to be seen. Why were they even with him?”

“Bah!” Pux snorted. “Who can tell why elves ever do anything?”