Groverzb pushed at his spectacles, sniffed, and said, "Quite."
The big man said, "Ain't no native here over three feet tall. And they got some crazy kind of communication. They don't talk."
Groverzb said, "Quiet."
"Precisely why I am here. I," said Groverzb, sniffing again, "loathe conversation."
"Oh. Well." He left.
Alone, Groverzb surveyed his realm. The house was the shell of what had formerly been a Little People apartment building. Ceilings, floors and walls had been removed to form one large room. The tiny doors and windows had been sealed, and a single window and door had been cut into the shell for Groverzb's use. Crude, but serviceable.
Groverzb walked to the