The halfling gulps, chews, and gulps again. Then he chews some more, and gulps again. Then he pants a little - through his nose - and forces himself to chew and swallow yet again. At last he forces the last of it down and mumbles something behind Tonk's hand, which Tonk removes.
"Please," says the halfling politely, "May I have some water now?"
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You know, I've noticed that when I'm writing the combat scenes, my first instinct is to refer to all the enemies as "it", whether they're human, halfling, or hideous non-sentient creatures.
But when I'm writing prose, my first instinct is always to use "he" or "she" - it's only when I'm thinking about fighting that I automatically de-humanize them.
I find that kind of disturbing.
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