((Anyone know where Snark is?))

The Shepherd shakes his head sadly.

Very well, if you be so eager to leave us. You have my blessing. You will be remembered in the book of records. Go in peace.

He raises a hand in a gesture, and then turns to leave.

The gnome scribe scribbles down the last few notes, and then looks up and peers at you all, almost as if noticing you for the first time.

Are you really going to depart? I can't imagine such a thing. I felt so lucky to be a citizen here. Where do you think you will go first? I don't know which is worse, the Slavers, or the Maw Tribe. It's a devil's choice, one will work you to death if the capture you, the other will kill you fast and eat you.

The gnome shudders at the very thought.