Chapter 5: Blingdenstone

You all sit and enjoy your company and nourishment. It takes nearly three hours until anyone else shows up to the Foaming Mug. In the interim, as you sit and eat and drink your fill, those of you listening to the surroundings hear the following tidbits of conversation.

The deep gnome on the chair, and the last one that spoke, look at you and in the tradition of drunks everywhere begins to laugh at the potential threat. However, the second deep gnome looks at you and swallows deeply, the wide-eyed look of fear spreading over his face.

Please...please don't hurt us! he says, meekly.

The scared gnome scrambles in a flurry as Heartboiler chucks the previously laughing deep gnome across the table. With a crash and a clatter, the two tablemates collide, tipping the chair over and simultaneously catching the edge of the table. Their half-full tankards and bowls of soup go flying through the air in an impressive display of sailing dishware and liquid.

The thrown deep gnome stands up and you can see his eyes are a bit unfocused.

Wha - wha didja do that for? he says, cracking his knuckles. I'll dust ya chin ya lug! he cries out from the ground.

The rest of the tavern suddenly goes a little quiet as eyes pivot to the ruckus.

We'll call this combat time. They are hammered and sprawled on the ground. You all can take your actions.

A faint shimmer covers a large area of the bar. The two gnomes that had toppled over suddenly blink, and drift off to a slumber. One of the gnomes at a table of four faceplants into his bowl of soup snoring.