An aged Halfling sat in his burrow, pondering his age. He was almost 111. That was a big number. Merry knew he only had a few years left in him, and he was growing old fast.  His life had been a long string of parties, drinking, and adventure. It was time he had his last laugh- a great party, before he would be too old to have that sort of fun. So, he grabbed a quill and a stack of papers. Dust was scattered through his burrow as he did so- he had not written in a long time. He began producing p