Mumpitz of Zappendust-Zwackenpurtz
I’m talking now. You’re just visitors!
“Ah, taking your liberty with other people’s property… as long as the owner is not around to see. So that’s the kind of folk you are…” a squeaky voice sounds off behind you.
When you turn around in surprise, you see a small fellow with a very creased, drawn face standing in a corner of the room.“Ah well, you have to take your visitors as they come. Unfortunately, I can’t pick and choose. And there haven’t been many visitors lately anyway.”
Let the Gnome continue?
Interrupt him?
Attack the Gnome?
“I’m talking now. You’re just visitors!”
When you draw your weapons, you notice they have become as soft as leather. “Teehee, cute, isn’t it? Gumgummi sword - I knew you’d behave just like the louts you are…”
“Well, I expect some presents for your host. That is the custom…”
wait?
hand over a present?
“Hmmm, all right then. Have it your way. But, I’ve sure had more gracious visitors in my day,” the Gnome states, obviously offended and shrugging both shoulders in an agitated way.
Who will give something to the Gnome?
What will [NAME] give to the Gnome?
With a loud puff, the Gnome suddenly disappears from the corner and appears right in front of [NAME] holding out his hand. Once he has received the present, he throws it into the open chest without giving it another glance.
“Thank you! How very magnanimous!” the Gnome squeals dryly.“Now then, you boorish louts, if you don’t want to introduce yourselves, I’ll make a start. Mumpitz of Zappendust-Zwackenpurtz is my name. My friends call me Mumpsy - but don’t any of your lot dare address me as Mumpsy!”
Introduce yourselves?
Burst out laughing?
“What strange names you have, but that’s ok. You’re the ones that have to live with them.”
“Nameless orphans, eh? Tsk, tsk, tsk…”
“Well now, I appear to have tickled my guests’ funny bones without even understanding how I did it, eh?!?” the withered old Gnome states in as sharp a voice as is possible with the high-pitched squeal he has.
“Enough small talk. I know two paths, one of which is unavoidable, the other of which is useful. The unavoidable one leads out of this room, for I want my peace and quiet. The useful one you will have to work for.”
Mumpsy digs through the chest for a bit and uncovers a large, richly decorated key. He holds it up to the light. “The things people carelessly leave lying around, tsk, tsk,” the Gnome mumbles to himself.“Time to say goodbye,” the Gnome says and starts to move his arms about in circles. You suddenly feel sleepy and unable to keep your eyes open.
When you wake up and open your eyes, you find you are no longer in the Gnome’s living room.
“Puzzle, puzzle!” the withered, old Gnome suddenly cries out and jumps through the room, waving the key about in front of your faces.
“They bear palms for their attire, and yet they wear no clothes.
You can ride on their backs, yet nobody does.
Well?…”“Bravo! Even an Orc could have gotten that one.”
“Moose, you donkeyheads.”
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