>>5550923>>5550938>>5550944>>5551011Your legs move before your brain as you tumble back down through the corridor. You feel a hard thump at your backside–presumably, the gnome, and a sharp whine of complaint. You turn to face the dark, blurry, fat-thighed mass you presume to be the gnome through the amniotic sac around your head.
“A-ah-.. Shit. Shit. Well, what do you want me to do?” You hear her muffled voice through the slime, your eyes squinted to minimize your exposure to the acidic clot of green. “I can’t just cut through that little bastard unless you want to lose an eye!”
>Motion for the knife. Just be delicate about it.>Motion for her electric lamp. Maybe heat ought to do it.>Motion for the rat.>Flee back to Molly and the Knight.>Write-In. 