The gnome is silent for a moment, then speaks. "I cannot say yes or no. The truth shifts and evaporates like a

The gnome is silent for a moment, then speaks. "I cannot say yes or no. The truth shifts and evaporates like a morning mist. Aren't your troubles the blood spilled from the blade of your own choices?" The gnome raises an eyebrow. "These troubles that beset you... this is not all. There will be many more. Know this — when you catch a fleeting shadow out of the corner of your eye, and turn to look, but it's gone — it's Her shadow. If you hear footsteps behind you and nothing seems there — it's Her footsteps, and you hear them only because She wishes you to hear Her approach. Why? It is so you know Her blade is never far from your back."