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the spry gnome rushes you, catching you off guard. he grabs you by the wrist, "What do you mean!? Tengezil is alive?!"

he lets go, staring through the floor, taking a few steps back."that can't be..."

Arbagazor locks eyes with you. "Where?"

She glanced at her bow.

"Oh; this was Mister Kepp's before he died." She replied.

he seems intently focused on it. ignoring decorum"Its so close to... Kepp? you say? I don't know any Kepps. He carved this bow? or that gnome from your village carved it? "

he all but mutters to himself, "...cant be..."

"What was this other gnome's name? When did he die?"

you can make perception checks if you're so inclined.

You approach his cabin, remarkably similar to his cabin back in Heldren. He sets his mug on the bannister and stands up, pulling his dark fur cloak tight against some of the cold Irrisen air.

"I'm Arbagazor Frimbocket, and who might you be? Merchant friends of yours Nadya? If you're interested in fine woodcraft, you've come to the right place. I was trained in Whitethrone at the Crooked House, and the best craftsman you'll find in these parts."

The more he speaks, you realize it can't be Tengezil though he looks just like him, and speaks like him. he looks you all over, preparing his sales pitch.

"small-fellow, perhaps you seek a fine carving or symbol of your faith? Mistress-toothy, perhaps you would be interested in my fine darkwood quarterstaff, carved so lovingly that its even enchanted on one end ( the striking end mind you, if you're so inclined ). And you coldborn, perhaps.."

His eyes freeze on Kepp's mwk shortbow.

"That bow. Where did you get that bow?"

Arwyn stopped, astonished by the presence of one of her fellow villagers.

"Mister Frimbocket?" She asked, approaching him. "What are YOU doing here?" She asked.

"I'm sorry child, do i know you?" , he looks up from his steaming mug, a puzzled look on his face.

"I've heard the White Witches are the landed nobility, they run things up there, and they use fear and don't care who they kill. And fear mirrors. The Winter Witches are said to be able to scry via mirrors."

"What!? Who? Me!? No. Don't know much. Just what I've heard. "
he goes back to sipping his ale

"you should be careful in Irrisen. They're real paranoid about outsiders. Try and do your best to lay low and blend in when you can." Tengezil gives Caladan, with his claws, tail, and hooves a long glance

the little gnome tries to lighten the mood a bit, clearing his throat and raising a glass
"to the heroes of Heldren! May they save our butts and bring the summer back! "