He knew Halflings were more hospitable than most races, but this reception was still a little unnerving.
"Are you Adventurers?"
"Tell us about your journey! You must be from Thousand Masts City."
A group of Halflings chattered away, spreading blankets around the trio and sitting down. A few of the older ones even brought out plates of cookies and a couple of teapots. It looked like they weren't planning to let their guests leave anytime soon.
"It's like this every time I get back to the tribe from a hunt. A bunch of little runts asking a million questions," Kase grumbled.
He was more than happy to talk. He found a spot, sat down, and began, "It was a perilous winter..."
With just a few sentences, snowy plains, Wolf Packs, and Giants materialized before their eyes, as if the frigid winds of the World's Roof had reached this very place.
The Halflings around them were captivated.
Even Orelia sat listening among the cluster of meter-tall Halflings, a cup of hot tea in her hands.
