Chipper The Gnome (Open Role Play)
Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 3:21 pm
If the growing shadows of the setting sun bothered the gome, he showed little signs of it arranging a tidy bunch of dried twigs and grass. The short man carefully places a ring of stones and flashes a spark into the grass, blowing gently, teasing the campfire and his pipe to life. The silence of the ruins outside of the city broken wit the crackle of a camp fire and the soft billow of wisping smoke.
"Justgoingtosithere," he grumbles quickly and flops down.
"Justgoingtosithere," he grumbles quickly and flops down.