Of all the creatures that inhabit the world, Halflings are by far one of the oddest races to grace the world with their presence. The average Halfling spends their life in a small community made up of several families of Halflings. Each family stays to their own section of the village, with the center of the village used as a sort of integration where they go to spend their days and nights at the local tavern. There is no real "leader" of the Halfling people, as usually things are decided upon as spur of the moment ideas, which most of the time leads to disastrous results. Most Halflings are seen as carefree people who prefer to live in their quiet corner of the world, oblivious to the state of affairs of the day which the "big folk" partake in. Those who do break normalcy and go out into the world to seek their fortune often return with many "big" things that other races use. (It has been known that many a Halfling were injured in the famous Ale Rush when Ames Bowlrun brought back a record four kegs of ale from the Dwarves and was immediately trampled by his fellow Halflings as they attempted to take the ale from the caravan he was leading.)
As with their departure into the outside world, Halflings became known as some of the deadliest rogues in the world, with their size allowing them to sneak along and hide within the shadows. It is said in ancient myth that one god in particular values Halflings above all because he himself was a Halfling in mortal form, nobody is sure even to this date if this is true, or if it is just some old tale told by Halflings to have their young feel a sense of connection to the heavens above. They may also be the only race of people that can empathize with the amusements of pixies, Halflings have been known to throw entire parties into danger just so they can stop and eat their meal or go after a rather interesting object that has caught their eyes. |
