It’s time for action
Mountaineer Ringo Flinthammer looked up furtively, his Gnomish army knife, opened to the arclight spanner tool, poised over his boot. No one in the Hall of Explorers, where he was on guard duty, seemed remotely interested in anything he was doing. He tightened a screw and grinned at the two squirts of flame that resulted.
“Flinthammer!”
“Khaz’goroth on a cracker!” Ringo yelped, attempting to stick his boot back on his foot. “Ye donnae sneak up on a veteran o’ the Wrathgate unless ye like livin’ dangerously!”