“Shadow is mother to the Gnome. Yes, In our blood runs the sap of the elven vale and the stone of the dwarven mine, but what of it? It was the shadow we hid in when, all too often, our kin scorned us. It was in shadow we found one another. It was in shadow we hid when the nations of Elf and Dwarf alike fell to the enemy, and it was from the shadow we struck and took this land for our own. Come, young one. Meet your mother.” Instinct: to ambush

• attack from a concealed, camouflaged position
• spring a trap
• regroup