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Jehan came to the rescue!
If one could consider his attempts at dissuading the gnomes to run off a rescue. He failed, if that was his pursue. They didn't run off, they didn't hide. In the face of the larger enemy, they gathered around their king with their weapons drawn and looked prepared to defend themselves with shiny weapons that made Gitana wary. They were small, but many needles pricked into the skin could hurt if enough pressure was applied.
She reached for her talvia, pulling at the scarf so that it came loose from around her waist. She curled the clothe around her clenched hand once, but kept her other hand loose in the fabric as she watched the gnomes. To them it was perhaps just a pretty length of clothe, all green and carefully stitched decorative yellow designs along its borders. She did not jerk the talvia so that the metal barbs came free; She didn't want to have to spend all darkening fixing them back into place with thread and needle if it turned out she didn't need it.
"We'll find our own way out, bitti bengs. We don't need some blue-faced beng to show us how to get out." But even she was wary of the lie in that statement. Weren't the Dolwoods known for their misdirection? And she could see no way up the edge of the cleft she'd just tumbled off of. She hoped the horses were safe.
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