Graf
Explorer
"Yes," The gnome focuses on the tattooed man. "Pay-ment. I will pay you each 5 platinum pieces. I've killed several of the creatures myself. There are probably only a few left. Quite a lot of money really. Not much work at all for such money."
He glances over at the creature, "this is dirtpile. It is a highly advanced version of the common homunculus. Created by my revolutionary theories. He will be accompanying you." The creature swivels it's head about at the sound of its name.
"Murch? Ah, it is a,... tech-ni-cal term. Referring to something of unknown disposition. My divinations indicated this creature was moving quite rapidly away from the tower." The gnome pauses, looking at his hands for a moment. When he raises his eyes his face is pained. "It is probably very far away. Lost to me."
He glances over at the creature, "this is dirtpile. It is a highly advanced version of the common homunculus. Created by my revolutionary theories. He will be accompanying you." The creature swivels it's head about at the sound of its name.
"Murch? Ah, it is a,... tech-ni-cal term. Referring to something of unknown disposition. My divinations indicated this creature was moving quite rapidly away from the tower." The gnome pauses, looking at his hands for a moment. When he raises his eyes his face is pained. "It is probably very far away. Lost to me."