PD0 Pixie got me into the building where I wanted to do this task, at long last. There is a classroom in this building funded by some sort of Scandinavian emigrants' group, known as The Finnish Room.



It has an absence of information about gnomes and their Scandinavian cousins, the uldras.

I have this information.

I taped up a page from one of my favorite books of all time, Gnomes. This is a lavishly illustrated treatise on the subject, every page a work of art, and I have two copies. Well, most of two copies now. When I was a child (allow me to wax nostalgic here), my parents had a copy of this book which was in the process of falling apart. I would find a page or a chapter somewhere, with few clues as to where it was in the book, or where its neighbors might be in the house. It was like a treasure hunt of gnomey goodness. I got a copy of my own a few years ago, after spending years unsure if it was a figment of my imagination. When my mother mentioned to me that they were going to throw their copy out, I jumped at the chance to get my hands on it. I have plans to continue to sow a page or two at a time around the City, to allow others to experience the same treasure hunting gnomey joy that I have.

This is an Uldra:



This is The Finnish Room, now in possession of one hundred percent more information about uldras: