“…and so I headed north! You see, back home in The Pudding I
was a Halfling – half-ling – a half-man, demi-human, something less than the
norm. Out here I’m a Hobbit! I have worth! I…”
Nifty Halfinch may well be an excellent thief, but by The
Lords he could talk! Oddleigh smiled politely, hoping desperately for an excuse
to break off the conversation as the Halfl- sorry, Hobbit, wittered on.
"BOY!”
It was his master.
“Thank The Lords!”
“Pardon?”
“Oh, I mean, my master is calling. This has been
fascinating, but, you know…”
Oddleigh shrugged his shoulders and turned away before the
Hobbit could respond.
“Boy!”
“Yes master?”
His master was in a small clearing, a little distance from
where their band had made camp after an uneventful journey from the steppes to
the Border Forests. Thaddeus had swept the undergrowth aside and was pointing
to the rocky ground.
“Our new ranger friend discovered this…”
Oddleigh groaned inwardly at the small stone circle that had been uncovered. Great –
homework…
“A practice circle? Are the stars in the correct alignment
master?”
“They’re right enough boy. I’ll have someone bring you a
chicken, then you can get to work. Remember to-“
Some nice little gribblies from CP Models - two 'Cthuloids' and a 'toadling'. Perfect for imps and/or ice toads.
"I told you to bind him! Tch! Leave it to me..."
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