“HEY! HEY!!”

The gnome presses his face against the bars of his cell, hissing in a desperate attempt to get your attention. You see a vein by the side of his neck throb furiously, his knuckles white from his grip on the iron bars. At about 3’, he’s small even for a gnome, but his tattered garb may have once been expensive imported silk. Right now, though, he’s a right mess, with a face smeared with ash and filth, his left eye constantly twitching as he shifts his gaze around nervously.

Voaer: The silk looks like it may have come from Easington, a small village to the west of Bartelville. In your “professional” estimation”, it may have cost anything from 200gp up when it wasn’t ripped.

Cenbuma: You think you see some arcane symbols on the hem on his robes, but in the dim light of the dungeon it’s hard to really make out what they say or mean.