Namfoodle clapped slowly as Solomon decided he'd be going along. An arrogant grin spread across his face as he got his wish. Good, the idiot orator thinks its punishment no doubt, Oneshoe thought. He finally had a shot at a lead to yet more power. Arcane secrets, lichdom, artifacts that control the very world. Perhaps a whle faction could be targetted, but Namfoodle was a single sly, stealthy gnome. He could rule the world with those scales, if he could obtain them for himself. He could take Asmodeus' job, he could create new worlds to rule once he ruled this one, he could create magic power instead of having to search for it. Oh, endless possibilities, and all it took would take is a little killing. He could perhaps make some pawns of the adventurers in his group to help him, too. Perfect.

Namfoodle swaggered down to the center of the meeting hall, raising his staff. Red sparks sprayed from it as he invoked a simple spell. He yelled above the crowd as the staff shot sparks from itself, "Final group, to me! Let us move!" He chuckled quietly to himself. He was the leader, and he'd make sure everyone was aware of that as soon as he could.

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When a new day reaches dawn,
I feel it's worth the wait,
But I tumble and I fall,
I'm up against my fate.

When the barricades come down,
I'll build them up again,
When I'm just about to drown,
I still don't know the end.