An Old Halfling Strolls Into The Dales

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The old Halfling slowly waddles through the farms, tapping his walking stick as he shuffles about. He shivers in the cold winter night, the breeze beating against his white coat. He clears his throat, followed by a heavy cough and wheeze. He sighs deeply, and continues to trudge through the snow until he reaches the outside of the Lumpy Pumpkin.

 

With a discerning smirk, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out an odd-looking tube. With one swift movement, he rips a match from his belt and drags it along his frosty cheek, setting the match aflame. He slowly moves his hand toward the tube, trembling greatly. The tube ignites, and the old fellow tosses it up into the cold air.

 

Merely seconds later, a loud boom is heard from within the center of Lenfarthing, followed by an impressive lights show, it seems. Bright greens and yellows hover over the town square, followed by reds and blues. The old Halfling takes a seat in the moonlit night, sucking on his pipe.

 

"I ain' dead ye'," Rupert says.

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Bolo blinks, looking up in the sky

"Well ****..."

[Kaiser 2347]

Richard claps his hands "Ye arseholes all owe me five minas...."

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Richard claps his hands "Ye arseholes all owe me five minas...."

Shakes his head, "I told ya i' was a differen' 'obbit we found..."

[Lark 2227]

Meanwhile in the halfling town...a peasant punts a halfling.

[Heff 2460]

Meanwhile in the halfling town...a peasant punts Fumble.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.