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"We are under attack by gnomes!" Daryn the Beardful exclaimed as he barrelled down the entrance tunnel and through the door into the main hall, closely followed by two of the others who had been on watch with him.
"Gnomes? They were bigger than us!" One of his companions, Tarruk the Tall argued as they came to a stop in front of the rest of their kin, most of whom were already grabbing weapons. One ran off to alert the rest of the keep.
"Yes but did you see their pointy red hats? Clearly gnomes!" Daryn rebutted while bolting the big iron door behind him. "Maybe they're from the southern forest where their numbers have been bolstered by human refugees, but they're still gnomes."
"I mean, are they still called gnomes if they're biologically humans?" Someone asked from the crowd.
"Okay fine whatever, we are under attack by misnomer gnomes. Misgnomers, if you will. It doesn't matter! The important part is that WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! Stop arguing with me and take up your weapons! Ready yourselves to turn back this dastardly assault by our oldest enemies!"
"We could just escape through the back tunnels, you know..." The same person piped up again.
"I hereby dub thee Arthur the Argumentative. Now, are we men? To run and hide and leave our homes? Or are we DWARVES?!" Daryn growled, and the crowd roared in approval and set their feet, ready to defend their home.