Chapter 23: Them gnomes…

"Oh, we should try to… I mean, c'mon, we should try to find them again one day, you know," The gnome who was speaking was wearing black letters, but he wasn't into the stuff.

No, that was simply the first choice for gnomes who looked at other people while they were getting it done.

"The necromancer isn't strong anyway, do whatever," Marek didn't much care about the fact that his gnome shifters were actually major perverts.

It was in their nature. And back when he was still young, he had done pretty much the same.

It was an unavoidable fact of fate.

 Those gnomes who were small and couldn't actually get it done with someone who was tall wanted it. But the fact was that Marek didn't really care.

 No. The imp gnomes, who could actually be preferable mates, were still hiding under their rock.