Technology or Magic

"Albert, you settled the Gnome matter so quickly?" Roderick said in surprise as he looked at the handbook Albert handed him.

"After consulting some Dalaran records and the accounts of Wendell and the others, I compiled this Gnome handbook. It is a little rough, so take a look first. It will need to be expanded later." Albert's expression remained calm.

As members of the Shell Crusher Flight Squadron arrived one after another, these Gnome technicians who had arrived in advance stirred up a small commotion in Southshore.

These Gnome warriors, no taller than human children, were watched by Southshore's residents all day long and occasionally caused amusing mishaps in daily life.

Not only were ordinary residents curious about these diminutive Gnome allies, but even the soldiers under the Raven Guard Knights were fascinated by them. Many soldiers also privately scorned the Gnomes' fighting ability. Other than those Gnome mages, what use could such tiny arms and legs possibly be against terrifying enemies?

This promptly produced Gnome handbook could help lower-ranking officers understand some of the Gnome race's taboos and learn their habits, allowing for better daily communication and tactical coordination. The information humans needed to know included the following:

Gnomes generally stood around three to three and a half feet tall and weighed between forty and forty-five pounds.

Male Gnomes loved carefully trimming their beards and considered them a mark of beauty.

Female Gnomes were especially fond of intricate embroidery and finely crafted jewelry.

Their lifespans far exceeded those of humans and were even somewhat longer than those of Dwarves. They were naturally curious, highly intelligent, optimistic, cheerful, and helpful.

Gnomes looked and were built like human children, but they might actually be older than your grandfather.

What they hated most was being treated as children who never grew up,