Ganta looked at the gnome with a shocked face. She didn't expect to see someone else here in these dark caves. But here she was, looking at the terrified gnome woman.
"Hey there, didn't expect to see a gnome here."
Ganta felt conflicted. She was happy to see another soul. At the same time, terrified that the gnome could be the drakaina's minion. Ganta took a deep breath and steeled herself to kill the poor gnome if she made any wrong move.
The gnome woman remained silent for a while before finally speaking. Her voice was weak and shaking.
Ganta froze the moment she heard the woman speak. Those words weren't in the gnome tongue nor the language of any other mortal race. The gnome woman talked in the language of dragons, indicating one thing. She had lived her whole life under a dragon's rule.
"Smell... Shadow... death." The gnome woman gasped, and Ganta shook her head.
