It has been many months since the Goblin chief attacked and destroyed my ancestral home. Now myself, my tenants and servants are homeless. This may be a slight exaggeration. I am not being arrogant in saying that, second to the King himself, I am probably the richest Gnome in the whole Land of Gnom. Thankfully the vast majority of my wealth was not kept in the old Manor itself, although a large amount of it has been stolen by the Goblins. I have been supporting myself and my loyal people in the Capitol paying our rent and food in boarding houses since we arrived there.
But today we I set out. I have bought what resources I will need to found a new home in a new land. I have invited those who want to come to come with. Not all have accepted. But I have enough to set out immediately. It's no surprise that my loyal butler Mr Winkledank was the first to agree, he has barely left my side since the attack.
Now is the time to make our last minute checks. Tomorrow we make our way out. And I will succeed in founding a new home for me and my people, or my name isn't Baron Von Tinkbolt!