[Steve]

Cyrus rose slowly from his seat and made his way to the fallen spear. He knelt to retrieve the weapon and once again propped it up in it's rack. The soldier continued to look around for a moment, a sudden chill causing him to shiver slightly, and the hair on his arms and neck began to rise from some unseen tension or energy in the room. The legionnaire's left hand fell to the familiar pommel of Karvaaka that still rested at his hip at this hour of the darkening, and his cobalt eye continued to scan the room, searching for anything that sought to appear to or communicate with him.

He saw nothing until when his eyes once again rested on the rack of spears. A spear fell from the rack again. It appeared to have been pushed. Then in the same manner, another spear fell, then another and yet another. In just a few moments the rack was empty and spears were strewn on the floor before Cyrus. As he looked at the weapons, the spears returned to the rack one at a time, except for the last spear.

That last spear rose from the floor in font of Cyrus. It was pointed at the Legionnaire, the tip being about one meter from his chest.

Then a voice said, "Big Nob move into my room and never asked if he could. Big Nob in big trouble. Big Nob going to get hurt." By now Cyrus saw that the comments were coming from a Gnome who was standing atop the spear rack. The Gnome was about 8 inches tall. The Spear remained suspended before Cyrus.