It had to be a trick of the light, the way his eyes twinkled like that. Sunset, that's what it was. Melicela knew better than to trust that little gnome's babble at sundown, when her eyes fell droopy from a full meal. Hell, he was prone to half-truths that he simply LOVED to spout even when everyone was wide awake. Half-truths, un-truths, that's right, Melicela, don't believe a crazy word from that buggy. Here he is, talking his pink-haired head off. And so, "Oh, hush, Meebles," she drawled at the gnome. "Shut up for once, will you? You're boring me to death."