The Plod Thickens
Hansel was torn. Grendel was proving to have a limited range of conflict resolution strategies, but GnaGna was threatening their lives. Justified gnomicide? Probably?
The gnomes were also conflicted. Several screamed, but many more hit the dirt in relief. Costumes came off and nearly naked gnomes fanned themselves, directing fresh air over their sweaty bits. Hansel waited a minute to see if there would be some retaliatory attack, but the gnomes just milled around, a hum of chatter building, and wandered off in small groups. Hansel made his way to the earth-tethered monster.
“How are we going to get you the rest of the way up?” Hansel asked Grendel.
Grendel chewed a few more times and swallowed painfully. “Glad I didn’t have to eat all of them, unwrapping them would take hours. There’s a knife in my pack.”
Hansel found the knife and cut Grendel mostly free…
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