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Merfinzannib sheds a single tear, watching Lembic depart for the homeland of their people. "Ob be with you, Lembic..."

GNOME RIGHTS! Thus read a sign which Merf held above his head, marching alongside his brethren in protest.

"Mirt, what a lovely name!" Said Merf, the gnome.

yeah I play a Gnome, what about it? 😎

"Hohkmat stays winning!" Merf smiles at the 'Friend of Oblazek's Folk' title being listed first.

Merfinzannib packs his bags with everything the traveling gnome might require: His redcap, several servings of turnip casserole, and a stack of books which was a bit taller than he was.

Merfinzannib Moddleseddle Miminendilpigglegeggle - Two foot tall Gnome. Mage, librarian, and sometimes circus performer.

Merf wandered through the rows of books in his library, meticulously checking over each and every one - ensuring that they are in just the right spot. He'd come across one which had been placed upside down. "Mm! Can't have that, can we?" He'd hum to himself, turning the book back right side up. "Much better!" The gnome would continue as he had been, navigating through the shelves which lurched far, far above him: Smiling.

"Hohkmat forever! Hohkmat for ten thousand years! Eternal Hohkmat! Never ending Hohkmat! Woohoo!" Screamed the gnome.

In the depths of the Library of Aob, Merf flipped through the pages of a small book. "Hmm..." On an empty page, he would write in a language that only he understood.

"Huge." Says the 2 foot tall gnome.

My name is Merfinzannib Moddleseddle Miminendilpigglegeggle and this is my favorite food on Braevos. - Merf

A small gnomish fellow turned through the pages of a book which he'd picked up in Nor'Velyth, long ago. "What a fascinating piece of literature! I wonder what ever became of this... 'Do lack' place."