>>5881668>>5881677>>5881678>>5881802>>5881821>>5881829>>5881936>Try to use your brain here.You try to string together what theories you can to explain the strange perturbation. You suppose the gnome <span class="mu-i">could</span> be lying--perhaps she stole away with something invaluable from your master's room in the evening--but what reason might she have to lie to you about something so plainly instead of coming up with a more reasonable explanation?
You guess it could be some bad cornbatter, or perhaps the offal in your sausages that went bad: a very strange hallucinatory conversation born out of corndogs isn't entirely out of the question. You did sleep very soundly last night--far too soundly than you like to sleep, at least. You've never woken up late before while at the chapel, and at least not to this extent.
You also can't entirely rule out the possibility of an impostor gnome. It could've been a wild fey trickster come to play a prank. You've met with some in the wilds before, and they tend to the primordial sea like mosquitoes to open water. Or it could've been a bunch of rats in a cloak. Yes.. a possibility you cannot afford to rule out. Or, even then, it could be a doppelganger--a species well-renowned for spying, assassinating, and playing at political gambits..
"Do you have a promiscuous evil twin, Bredbeddle?" You ask her.
"What? No." The gnome stares at you funny.
>Go see your lady. You had best alert her of the situation.>Wait--can you even trust your master? Perhaps this IS a doppelganger situation.>Demand Bredbeddle PROVE, without a doubt, that she is Bredbeddle.>[Write-In.] 