[IC] Chapter 1-7: Many Meetings

[Lugar]

Lugar listens and digests Toot's, Maul's, and Murkatos's rapid thoughts and ideas.  This little gnome spoke of another mission to stop evil-doers from stealing the White Sun, I hope this little feller has gold, Lugar thinks.  He finally takes his eyes away from Torin and speaks to the group, "The anti-magic field may be a spell trap, with another look I can try to disarm it.  One thing I did notice about the guardian was that it seemed affected by lightning.  "

Yeah, and it was affected by these blades too, hehe.

"Huh, yeah right... Maybe by your strong arms Giant, but I don't care to dance with that thing again."

"Here."  Lugar tosses the hilt to one of the many burning gnomes.  Lugar recognized the familiar glow of "fairie fire" used by the Drow in the Underdark that covered Portho.  He figured he would get a good laugh out of the gnome shocking himself like he had earlier...

"You don't say much do you nameless Dwarf?  They don't teach you manners under the mountain? What's the matter, never seen a real Duergar before? Hahah!"