:And if you end up somewhere without eyes to see with, again? I'd rather intercept before they throw you down a well or scarifice you to a bottomless pit or Lunitari knows what else:

The one gnome who had obeyed is still standing in front of him, looking up at Raistlin with a cocked head and peculiar, half-mad eyes. It chatters at him in its own language.

"Take me where the others are going," he orders it. The gnome jabbers angrily, and makes a lunge for his ankle. Raistlin steps back neatly, resists the urge to kick it, and lowers himself down to the gnome's level.

"I'm a friend," he says, working another enchantment. "I don't mean any harm. Show me where you and your friends were going," he coaxes. The compulsion is gone, now. "I'm sure you're very clever, and you've found all sorts of treasures. I'd love to admire them."