[IC] Chapter 1-11: The Sea of Hate

[Portho Nihilbuck]

Toot bites his lip with one of his tiny sharp fangs while waiting nervously for their responses.  He hoped they remembered how clever he's been and didn't try to squish him like most city people would do.  When Lugar still seems friendly [Sense Motive +6] Toot is hopeful but still apprehensive.  Lugar had a face that could stop a clock.  So he's likely experienced the same type discrimination as Toot, except without the inevitable squish.  Toot nods appreciatively at Lugar but then he hears the eye-twitching, chalkboard screeching, squawking of the Bard.  He fights off the urge to order Boo to maul the gnome like a rag doll.  Instead he turns to look at Portho and slowly forces himself to curl the corners of his lips up into a rather painful looking smile.  

"Yes Portho right.  My ancestors were gnomes but that story for another day.  Toot's people called many things, such as Gremlin, Jinxkin and Banemidge.  But Toot's people call ourselves, Jermlaine."

[Bardic Knowledge [1d20+11] = 17+11 = 28 re Jermlaine]

"Wow I had never thought to encounter any of your kin, most are quite awful to us gnome, it explains a lot. Well, I have no ill will towards you, and you obviously have not tried to eat me yet, which as far as I know of your kin, is a definite sign of peace."