Tales From a Second Hand Wand Shop- Book 1: They Were the Best of Gnomes. They Were the Worst of Gnomes.
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“Great huh?” Said Grimbledung.
“FIRE!” Someone behind him called.
“Yes! A fire to roast your snacks!” He called over his shoulder, “Bring out the Marsh Mallows and the Marsh Pixies! Two for a copper!” He smiled at his partner, “And you were worried you wouldn’t have a good time.” He waggled his ears, “Shame on you!”
“FIRE!” Someone else shouted.
Grimbledung hopped off the stage and sat back down beside his partner,
“The fire’s a big hit.”
“It seems to be.”
“FIRE!”
“Well, you know. I was at a Jamboree once,” began Grimbledung, “and they had a little ...”
“FIRE!”
“ ...cart like they use in mines. You know the kind I’m talking about?” Grimbledung asked.
Drimblerod nodded with his mug to his mouth.
“Right, and they had wood in it and sure it was blazing pretty good but ...”
“FIRE FIRE!!”
Grimbledung looked over his shoulder and shook his head, “Some people need to get out more.”
“FIRE!!!”
Two people rushed past and bumped Grimbledung as they went. He gave them a sidelong glance and continued, “Anyway, since it was a little mine cart, there was a long line to get to it. I figured if I ever threw a Jamboree, I’d make it big enough for everyone to use at once.”
“THE INN!! THE INN!”
Grimbledung winked, “Sounds like people are having a great time. Want to walk around and see how things are going?” He asked as he stood. Another person ran by, knocking him back into his seat. “Watch it!” He called at the rapidly leaving person. He stood again and had to avoid another two people -one of them an Orc- hurrying by. “What’s going on?” He asked no one in particular.
“THE GUILD’S GOING UP!!”
“What Guild is going up where?” Asked Grimbledung as he took a drink of his ale. “You gotta watch those Guilders or they’ll take over the place.” He put his drink back on the table. “Maybe we can talk to the Blacklegs next year.”
“THE GUILD’S GOING UP!!” Someone else shouted.
Drimblerod turned to look.
He was sorry he did.