No Man's Land

On Halflings

(This is from back at the beginning on the campaign because I can't think of anything more creative than this post.)

Day 34,

Today I met my first "halfling." A male, about half my height, dark hair, dark eyes. He has a very unusual accent and speaks the common tongue, like the human I met yesterday. His name is Tavis. He seems quite opinionated and indiscreet and I am concerned that his participation in our journey will cause trouble. He places great worth in the gold coins we all seem to carry, more so than Niamh or Lazerus. I wonder why. They are quite pretty and would make nice jewelry and decorations, but I see little use for them. They are used to conduct trades here. "I'll give you two of my shiny things for that loaf of bread." And they accept them in order to use them to make deals with others in the same manner. It will take getting used to, but I will acclimate myself to their silly customs. Gods, sometimes I wish I were home where things make proper sense. But this is my chosen task and I will not forget my duty to the council and my home. If Tavis is to be considered typical of his race, the halflings strike me and rude, obnoxious, though cute and funny in ways. They are not a reasonable or practicable as the elves, nor as versatile as the humans. They are sometimes fickle and greedy and selfish though endearing. Oddly enough, I enjoy his company and find him to be a valuable friend if only because he lightens the mood and makes me laugh. They may make good trade partners though an alliance with them should be considered carefully before a final decision is made by the council. And, as with the human and the elves, Tavis did not recognize my race. It seems that the world has completely forgotten about the Hinru. A double edged sword to be sure.

~Tillyr Winddancer
Druid of the North Hills
Emissary of the Council of the Hinru

Posted by tillyr_winddancer at March 10, 2003 10:18 PM