Leif
Adventurer
Swift, halfling rogue
Swift saunters into the room feeling five-and-a-half feet tall, put his thumbs in his belt, rears back, and announces, "You know much about servitude, Sulannus. Whose servant are you? You know, physical stature is singularly unreliable as a measure of elan, chutzpah, and power." Clearly, Swift is either feeling his oats or else drinking from that spiked waterskin again. Either way, he appears to have thrown caution to the wind and decided to make a bold play.
Swift saunters into the room feeling five-and-a-half feet tall, put his thumbs in his belt, rears back, and announces, "You know much about servitude, Sulannus. Whose servant are you? You know, physical stature is singularly unreliable as a measure of elan, chutzpah, and power." Clearly, Swift is either feeling his oats or else drinking from that spiked waterskin again. Either way, he appears to have thrown caution to the wind and decided to make a bold play.
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