halfling

The halfling always found a way to come through better off than he should.

The halfling worked himself around to the side, just a bit.

The halfling heard in these words the voice of opportunity.

The halfling had to move fast, but what was he to do?

The halfling shook his head and looked at the ground.

All I can possibly be is a halfling, like my father.

If the things this halfling says are true, we'll welcome you.

The halfling looked around to the others, trying to read their expressions.

Of course it had come to this, the halfling realized.

She was a halfling and at one time had obviously been a very beautiful young woman.

The halfling's eyes shone as she held her hand out.

The halfling froze in place, and held there for a long while.

Looking up, the halfling couldn't tell how high it stretched.

From experience, though, he knew it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on the halfling.

The halfling had put out a line of his own, weighted at the end.

The halfling considered how much she wanted the dragon to know.

In truth, the halfling took more than a little comfort from that fact as well.

And again, the halfling wished he could do it like that.

And his gaze led those of all the others to a particular halfling.

The halfling's face grew pale as he heard the news.

An idea rose to the surface of the halfling's brain.

"You jumped at the opportunity to help us, as any good halfling would."

Perhaps the halfling had arranged for some help from the city guard.

After only a few bites, the halfling felt as if he had spent a week at rest.

Woman, I'm no hero, just a halfling that knows more than is good for the both of us.