"A Daemon! That's very interesting! I never met a daemon before! I wonder what they'd be like to talk to?! Probably sneaky! I wonder if somebody could out-sneaky one?!"
Mara, small even for a gnome, bounces to her feet and begins pacing, gesticulating wildly, mainly to herself, leaving a trail of splattered hot cider droplets.
"Maybe it would be worthwhile to track one down and see what it does! Butmaybeitwoulddosomethingunfriendlylike <trails off into quieter Gnomish gibberish>"
Mara pulls out a book, leans against the nearest solid object, and begis taking notes.
