A Drow on the Streets of Havenbrook - Part 2/2

Rezp's gaze flickered between the gnome, and the beautiful elven woman. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as a mischievous thought crossed his mind—a fleeting notion of punting the diminutive figure, a momentary amusement that danced within his consciousness.

The idea of launching the gnome into the air, like a mischievous game played among children, brought a dark twinkle to Rezp's eyes. He relished the notion of the gnome soaring through the sky, a jester in the realm of gravity, caught between the whims of his own imagination.

But as quickly as the mischievous notion arose, Rezp dismissed it with a shake of his head. He recognized the fleeting nature of such thoughts as infantile, though amusing. The gnome's companion gave him pause and caused a very slight hitch in his course of action. He then proceeded to enter the Haven.