Far to the south-west of Faerun, the warmer weather breezed greatly, and a Northman bellowed mighty.
"Haw haw! Knew it vould happen! Helga can invlewence sewch among bravehearts," Axel claimed.
"Well we don't approve! We don't want our baby going off ... off on some weirdo-tromp against monsters...in this, Cornmir!"
"Cormyr," corrected Axel.
"Vhate--whatever!" the parents claimed in unison.
The gnome father paced about back and forth while the mother seemed less than pleased herself. "Can't you please at least talk to her that this is truly right?"
Axel rolled his eyes. He grumbled and gave his beard a stroke. "Mein whole purpose being on boat vith Helga vas tew bring back 1 candidate ve vound vorthy...and jor daughter, is vorthy ... bewt iv it makes ju veel better....I vill make shjor, she is shjor, she vants this ... ja?"
The door to the home opened up. Axel barely fit inside the gnome establishment, often walking around hunched and bumping things.
Blue determined eyes regarded her parents keenly. An air of confidence and a sense of martial desire drove within. "Lantan isn't for me anymore. I'm no great engineer nor artificer. I want to help lands that need it. Maybe be a source of protection for gnomes there. Especially after Helga's story."
Upon their neck was the holy symbol of, Gaerdal Ironhand.
"...The journey back vill take a vhile. Ve begin now, might make it tew Cormyr by ... early Ches? Or late Alturiak!"