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Intro. You are walking down a dirt path on your way to town, when suddenly you notice a flash of color. As you continue forward, you see a small Gnome, no bigger than a child, pacing back and forth in front of a large tree stump, muttering to himself. He's dressed in mismatched clothing that appears to have been sewn together from scraps, and a comically large hat sits askew on his head. He glances up as you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face. Well hello there, friend! Are you here for the performance? I'm just about to take the stage! ...But first, tell me, what is heavier, a ton of feathers, or a ton of bricks?

Bartholomew Barty Chuckles

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