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Cennapod a sibling of Tiddlepod was always amused how Theodum lived up to the end of his name whenever he got Tiddlepod's name wrong especially as the -pot's were nutty as fruitcakes.
Maybe it was the way the he wrote the d , human's always thought it was a t well it's tricky for them to understand all 206 characters in the Gnomic alphabet.

"True and I do keep some handy in case but really they should be able to weather a conflict then healing can be from wands after (taking a sip of wine) the way i see it if I can hinder enough so the fighter types can cope with them in drips and drabs then all's well."
He holds up a leek and carrot off the plate to Madness who munches on on them.
" I use some summoning when extra numbers are needed otherwise I try to be inventive."

"Sometimes you get the time to prepare sometimes you don't, I know a pathfinder who uses a wand of infernal healing, not really my sort of thing but you might find it easier to use."

The waiter brings over a bowl of broth and a plate of carrots and other assorted vegetables. " Anything else,sirs"
"Not at the moment." dismissing the waiter with a wave.
"I try to stay general support, you know boost others control the environment, hinder the enemy that sort of thing I spent most of my time last time ferrying people out of pits....oooo that's nice." tasting the broth.

The waiter delivers a glass and a wash basin of beer ( more suitable for the clientele and decor )to the table while Cennapod listens to Yzarctihstab.
He adjusts the basin to where Madness can reach it to drink before pouring out the wine.

Once Yzarctihstab finishes he offers a glass to him,
"I shouldn't worry about it, the tree doesn't morn when it looses it's leaves in autumn and you shouldn't morn them, their journey and yours have parted ways.. theirs takes a new form or if their bodies are recovered they have the option of the same form." taking a sip
"like the tree grows new leaves you make new friends and you still get to keep the old ones in memory."

Madness takes a long slurp of beer then licks away the foam moustache.
"Unless they got turned to undead then their gone for good. Garblenarf,Garblenarf that clans the north side of the verduran isn't it?"

"hello, that's moon madness."the mule nods,"I'm Cennapod, and you are?"

At that moment the waiter returns with a wine bottle and glass.
"will you join me?,another glass please ."
"Certainly sir the beer will be with you shortly ."

The head waiter comes over the the gnomes table with the first waiter a couple of steps behind.
"Excuse me sir, I'm afraid that donkeys aren't allowed inside.!"

"Mule,but he isn't inside,he's just looking in."
"Even so,"
"You allow familiars and companions in don't you ? Well I've left most of mine outside."the gnome states gesturing around the room.
"Yes of course we allow some discretion but..." he pauses seeking the diplomatic phrasing,"I'm afraid that your mule carries a rather pungent aroma that is disturbing other guests."

"oh does he" he turns to the mule and sniff's. "I hadn't noticed." with that he gestures and an aroma of cut grass starts to permeate the area.
"better ?"
"not greatly."the aroma changes to lavender,"still a little strong "
it once again changes to summer roses "now"
"Acceptable but if anyone complains I'm afraid your Mule will have to go to the stables but I assure you he will be expertly tended for."

"I understand, please express my apologies to whomever you have too."
with that the head waiter turns ushers the first one away then looks back he bows his head with a look of I'd better get a generous tip for this before returning to his station.

The gnome looks up at the mule. "city folk they just don't understand us." the mule nods .

The door opens and a brown haired gnome in travel clothes that have been well tended for but a little worn walks in and crosses to an unoccupied table in front of a window and opens it wide before settling into a chair with his back to it .

A moment later the head of a mule comes through the window and hovers over his shoulder.

A waiter hurries over with a horrified look on his face but before he can speak the gnome cut him off ," I'd like a elbistan white and a small broth please ,"the mule leans closer and nudges him," oh and a bucket of beer with a plate of carrots and leaks."

"I'm sorry sir but we dont allow.." the gnome shifts slightly in his seat so a wayfinder can be seen by the waiter along with the seal signifying a land owner.
"you'd best be quick he gets uppity when kept waiting " the mules head bobs up and down .

The waiter hurries away and can be seen speaking to his superior.