Alula growled again, her anger growing despite her fatigue. She looked up anxiously at the setting sun. It would set any minute now, she needed to be rid of the gnome and the others. She needed to out distance between them. She glanced into the woods, which still seemed so far away. She wished that Carver would break through the tree line, he would be able to convince the gnome to cease his questions. She was getting stressed. 

And when the gnome spoke again she stopped walking, angrily planting her staff into the ground. She tried to control her apparent rage. 

"We are not all...blessed...with your...level of...expression." She growled, repeating his words. "We do not...get to...choose the life we...live." 

She started walking again, hoping to leave the gnome behind her. 

"And yet...I am myself..."