Irritated he looked at the frail figure standing before him - again. He could smell his sweat, see the fright in his eyes, and nonetheless this little gnome came back with the obnoxious persistance of a blood-thirsty moskito.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of hectic movement - two other of these vermins trying to open the door to a cage with magic - he bellowed out a hollow laughter; more of those who think magic to be a solution to everything!
He focussed his attention back on the one standing before him, desperately, but resolutely gripping his needle with both his hands.
