You enter a dimly lit room containing a rectangular wooden table lined with benches sconces burn low on each of the four walls. You feel as if you need to squint to see better, but it dosen't help. On one wall a hearth sits empty of a fire, fitting the season. In the corner next to the hearth you see a large green stuffed chair and find a rather small person dozing in a chair. The door slams behind you and the personage you observer stirs and yawns. As she, you notice she is a she, stretches her eyes move over you she does not seem surprised you are there. You wonder if she was ever really asleep at all. She turns and addresses you in a pleasantly cheerful voice.

Well, lookie what we have here! A visitor! Its not too often we get one of YOUR type in here! But well I suppose I can let you have a look around the place.

You look at the small girl and decide that perhaps you should ask to speak to an adult before you go snooping around. You open your mouth to speak when she does.

I noticed you eyeing me just now, and perhaps you are ready to ask for my mother or father? Well if indeed you were, let me give you a bit of advice... don't. I am a Halfling, and although young for my race I am older than many of the people who visit this place. In case you were wondering how I stack up I've been around for Quite a While. In the date system of your Earth I came into being on August the First of Two-Thousand. It's been much longer of course in the days and years of our Norrath.

Halflings, yes you've heard of them peace loving folk who reside in vales beside picturesque ponds, manufacture Jum Jum Juice, Jum Jum Cookies, and Jum Jum Cakes. They are a simple people who run about in bare feet, till and plant the earth, and hone their skills in their chosen crafts making many fine and unique items. You look around at the just sufficiently lit interior,the weapons hanging on the walls, and indeed the weapons hanging on the small woman herself.

Don't look to long at them, or you may get a closer look than you'd like. She gestures to her weapons. You look away from them. Ahhh, forgive my rudeness. In my time of adventuring I have met no too few upstarts and just plain rude younglings, well and downright stupid elders too. Much of the open nature of my kind has been lost, and is only seen by those in my guild, or who are my close friends. Come, come, let me get you a drink as an apology.

She hops up out of the chair and from a cupboard you had not noticed before pulls two mugs, which she fills from a tap protruding right out of the wall. She continues over toward you and sets the mugs across from each other on the table, and has a seat at a bench. You wonder if it's wise to sit also.

Siddown! Don't be a featherbrain I wont eat you. Although I cant say I don't bite, I can say I don't often bite without provocation! Now, you've come to study our craft. Ahhh yes, I can see form your dubious expression that you are doubting that I am in any craft that You would consider joining.

An uncontrollable shiver passes through you and you drop your eyes to the wooden flooring because you HAD been thinking that. What was this diminutive person, a mind reader??

I see a demonstration is in order.

You quickly jerk your head up to see this demonstration and find... nothing. The halfling has totally and noiselessly removed herself from the room! Then you feel a sharp triangular pressure on your back just between you last two ribs. It hurts for a moment only, before the world turns dark.

You feel groggy as if you are waking from a drug induced sleep. You can't really see but you hear a soft murmur that begins to make itself into words.

Vaguely Familiar Female Voice: Really I do thank you for coming to my aid Jaylyn.
Jaylyn(or so you assume): No problem at all Nakkou, but please be a little more careful next time wont you?
Nakkou(the familiar voice): Well it's important to make a lasting impression on these newer rouges you see, or they get all cocky, like some people I could mention.
Jaylyn: *laughing* Well you know where to find me if you happen to make any more err impressions...

You hear footsteps and a door open and shut.

Okay youngling you should be feeling somewhat back to normal now! Consider this first resurrection on the house, but after this you pony up your own rez money. Open you eyes now! Ahhh that's better. Now this was lesson one little fella. Never judge a book by its cover, and more accurately, never guess a class by a race. You'll end up poor and dead more times than you'll like if you do! Up with you! It's a long, well somewhat less hard than it was, to becoming a rogue. No time to lay about complaining about rez effects.

You aren't sure if you are going to like this whole be a rogue thing, but as the small woman goes back to pouring your drinks you decide you will give it an honest go. You rise and stumble toward the table as you chuckle about giving an honest try to being a rogue...