The female cleric of Moradin gets a dreamy expression on her face.
"A long time ago, when I wasn't even young enough to raise a smith's hammer, the world was relatively peaceful. The races lived in a sort of harmony.
Not only elves, humans and dwarves, but at that time there were more of us so-called civilized races.
There were gnomes, tricksters and researchers, half-orcs, unfortunate offsprings of humans and orcs that didn't have their own place, half-elves, those you are actually starting to see every now and then again, and lastly there were halflings.
They were small, the size of a human child. They were known not only from their courage and desire to be equal in power to the 'big people', but also their healthy appetite and ability to sleep almost anywhere.
Ehlonna was the patron deity of halflings, and it seems some of Her priests have adopted manners similar to the small folk."
The sleeping priest jumps up as Lorcan shakes him.
"No, High Priest, I was not sleeping on duty!"
He then notices that you're a newcomer and seems releaved.
"Oh. Ehlonna be blessed, you scared me. Haven't you been taught not to sneak up on sleeping people?"
As if taught, Tserof shows what is the equivalent of him smiling to the elven mother. Despite Tserof's attempts at diplomacy, it seems the elf is sticking to his stereotype of druids hanging out with wild beasts that eat little kids. It is actually an effective scaring method for children: "Don't go out alone, you might run up with a druid."
As Haplo tries inefficiently explain Tserof's kindness, somebody stabs him to the ribs with a finger.