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<blockquote data-quote="Scott DeWar" data-source="post: 6730080" data-attributes="member: 49929">Homer saw the need for stable commerce in the are and sought trade routes to and from Hirot, going on many adventures in securing the paths of caravans. He met another halfling who was acting as a guard for a caravan, a lady hafling. the worked side by side for a few years, eventually falling in love getting married and settling down in Hirot, the two of them taking turns in the service of defense of the town while the other took care of the children the were born of them, all twelve of them.Hank took up a quit residence in Hirot, reading and writing tales, and hiring out on caravans and serving in various ways in the defense of the city, if blowing up invaders is considered 'quiet'.Franko, . . . .&nbsp; He remained in the vicinity, sometimes showing up and playing in the town square with children, sometimes showing up with lost travelers - seemingly clear of mind. No one questioned his skill in the magic arts, but many feared the arts as they had peered in the eyes that see from afar, as he was eventually know to be. Some even say he say other places, but they were the dreamers and tale tellers that had crossed paths with him. He had even found a place for a hut at the edge of the swamp where he can peacefully listen to the mad cackling of Kurl</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Scott DeWar, post: 6730080, member: 49929"] Homer saw the need for stable commerce in the are and sought trade routes to and from Hirot, going on many adventures in securing the paths of caravans. He met another halfling who was acting as a guard for a caravan, a lady hafling. the worked side by side for a few years, eventually falling in love getting married and settling down in Hirot, the two of them taking turns in the service of defense of the town while the other took care of the children the were born of them, all twelve of them. Hank took up a quit residence in Hirot, reading and writing tales, and hiring out on caravans and serving in various ways in the defense of the city, if blowing up invaders is considered 'quiet'. Franko, . . . . He remained in the vicinity, sometimes showing up and playing in the town square with children, sometimes showing up with lost travelers - seemingly clear of mind. No one questioned his skill in the magic arts, but many feared the arts as they had peered in the eyes that see from afar, as he was eventually know to be. Some even say he say other places, but they were the dreamers and tale tellers that had crossed paths with him. He had even found a place for a hut at the edge of the swamp where he can peacefully listen to the mad cackling of Kurl [/QUOTE]

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