Ned Lud 1260 Share Posted March 7, 2013 A disheveled halfling, covered in mud, staggers into Lenfarthing. A large sow trots behind him, saddled with various tools and trinkets. He shoulders his shovel, pacing the road, and begins speaking to no one in particular. "Traveled many long songs to get 'ere. Strange journey it was, absolutely dreadful. So bothersome it was that I dunnae care ter speak of the nit-pickin' details of how it was that I got here in a sensible fashion. But here I am, naetheless. Bango Blackfoot is me name, of the Hogwaller Hillfolk. I'm a loner alright. I'm jus' a lonely loner, on a lonely road...alone. But if'n thar be a place for me ter hang me head, I can offer me skills as a swineherd, farmer and unlocksmith. I also be a dab hand at drinkin' yer ale an' laughing at jokes." The halfling pauses for a moment to scratch himself and lick his chapped lips a few times too many. "So who's a feller gots ter woo ter get a burrow and a plot in these here parts? Ole Pickle 'ere's tired of carryin' th' estate!!" He pats his pig and smiles. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bircalin 332 Share Posted August 31, 2013 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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