crown of stars

halfling

"I swear, what I said is true!"

The crowd booed in unison, "You said you saw a dragon, but I also said you saw a frost giant!"

"It's true!" The little man in the middle tried his best to argue, holding up his muddy and tattered coat, which was clearly scratched by a sharp weapon in long strips, "This is my coat that was torn off by the dragon's claws. !"

"If this can be counted as a trace of a dragon's claw, I can just take a piece of clothing and let a branch tear it apart, pretending to be a survivor after being attacked by a dragon. If there is blood on it, I can still believe that you survived from the claw of a winter wolf." The lucky ones that come down."

"Forget it if you don't believe me." The little man jumped down from the table in a dispirited manner and squeezed his way out of the crowd, "Boss, here's a bottle of frozen wine, bacon bread, and thick soup."

"If you are really robbed of all your wealth by the dragon, do you still have any money?" The wine was put down with a "boom", and the skinny maid was lying on the counter, looking down at the little man.

"Ah, let me see." The little man scratched his hair in distress, and felt around his waist.He fumbled through all the pockets again, and only pitifully poured out two copper coins from his trousers pocket.

"It seems that you have been robbed by a dragon." Pearl sneered mercilessly, "You don't even have money for a meal, and you want the most expensive wine. Are you going to beg like a beggar? Look here Who will be kind enough to pay the bill for you?"

"Compared to being hungry, borrowing money from others is no big deal. My reputation in the south has always surpassed that of my peers." The little man replied proudly. two people.

"Excuse me, can I borrow some money from you?" Messiah observed the little man with great interest, watching him leaning on the edge of the table, standing on tiptoe and trying to lengthen his height, his watery eyes were full of sincerity.

The half-elf listlessly rolled out two silver coins from between his fingers, "Two silver coins, dwarf, I will give them to you to shut them up for a moment."

The little man grabbed the silver coin, his face darkened for a moment, and he jumped onto the table again.

"Well, I admit it." The little man said dejectedly, "I lied, I didn't meet the dragon, I just encountered a blizzard and got separated from my convoy."

A murmur erupted from the onlookers.

"Excessive use of psionic energy?" Messiah recalled the last time the half-elf fell ill.

"No, I didn't use my psionic power." The half-elf said irritably, "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. Also, you took me to blow the north wind for a long time last night, and I caught a cold. gentlemen."

"I don't understand, but I will remember not to take you to the sky." Messiah replied honestly. For him, getting sick with a cold is really out of reach.

"Quiet, I want to think about what herbs are needed for wind and cold. Many medicines in the ground do not grow in the sun." The two leaned together, away from the crowd, their cheeks were illuminated by the fire, and they whispered intimately, looking detached and lively beautiful.

"Excuse me." The little man snapped the plate down on the table, drawing an impatient glance from Nigel.

"I heard you talking about wind and cold just now?" The little man introduced enthusiastically, "I think you recommend a special disease potion, which is much better than the crude ginger soup in this store. It only costs one silver coin, one coin!"

"It's not necessary." Nigel hissed, the sudden wind chill made his throat sore, "I think you are a businessman, a businessman with nothing, and want to sell me something that doesn't exist, do you think I'm a fool ?”

"When I have the goods, you can buy some and stock them up. A nobleman like you shouldn't mind the little pocket money, right?" The little man didn't seem to want to give up.

"You're wrong, I'm not a nobleman." The half-elf showed an imperceptible disgust, "I think I've rewarded you enough. Shorty, shut up now, I'm going to rest."

The little businessman watched the half-elf go away with a bang, slammed the door, and stood up the knife on the table, "He is really difficult to please, but it is easy to understand. When you are uncomfortable, people always Extremely irritable."

Messiah sat on the other side, looking curiously at the guy who claimed to have survived Longkou.He is even shorter than the dwarves, and is more soft and plump than the rough and hard lines of the dwarves. He has a pair of big feet covered with thick hair, ruddy complexion, straight black hair, and lively brilliance in his brown eyes. Look is a pampered figure.

"But I want to make one thing clear, that is, I am a bit shorter than you, and being short also has the advantages of being short." The little businessman continued to chatter, looking up at the Messiah, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach his height, " I'm pretty tall in my hometown, and I even won the championship in the town's annual beauty pageant, hiccup~"

Messiah listened to the businessman's chatter with relish. He had seen a description of a halfling in the brain of the illithid, but he did not expect to meet one today, which was not much different from the record in the brain of the illithid.

Halflings are quite a wonderful race, and they can be regarded as a strange thing in this turbulent world.Halflings are short like children, smart and capable, but not as greedy as humans.They are very curious, and most of them are a bit of a collector. They run around for strange things, and they can be found in every city.

What's even more amazing is that even though he looked so depressed that he was about to smoke, negative emotions still only accounted for a small part. In the eyes of the Messiah, he was still like a large positive energy gem, which would not cause soul Twin fluctuations.

The time of waking up is getting longer and longer... His eyes are fixed on the halfling, and his thoughts are gradually drifting.

The crude oil lamp in the tavern burst out a spark, and the halfling poured the wine into the cup again and again. The unique grapes in the Northland were picked after the frost, and the golden yellow viscous wine was produced, which was sweet and delicious, almost tasteless. It can make people feel high, and halflings drink high in frustration, turning from a glorious history of the past to a lament of the status quo.

"I shouldn't have heard that the Battle of the North Wind took place in Winterhold, so I foolishly wanted to run over to look at the battlefield and see if it was like the poem said, the elf king Alway defeated the monsters alone. Mother, burn it to ashes." The halfling lay on the table, his eyes blurred, and he wailed indistinctly, "Damn White Dragon, I snatched all my convoy! My goods, my shredded tobacco... ..."

A thin tavern maid came up with a rag.

"What's up?"

The black-haired maid twitched for a while, then pouted at a halfling who seemed to be a drunken maniac on the messy table.

"Let me take a look, dear guest, there is a drunk here who disturbs your thinking alone." Pearl said sweetly, showing a self-confidently charming smile at the Messiah, and adjusted her figure to show the most beautiful posture.

The surrounding people turned a blind eye to this. It is not surprising that women in the Northland have become promiscuous since the Battle of the North Wind. Given the scarcity of men and the high mortality rate of babies, they always want to have sex with the strong overnight. As long as possible, the strong offspring who can grow up in the cold north wind will sometimes even invite others in front of their husbands.

The newcomer didn't know anything about the unspoken rules of the Northland, and what Messiah faced was the blunt teasing of the black-haired maid, while her real husband was still in the hotel lobby.In fact, he didn't think about anything, his mind was empty, his mind was wandering, and he was indifferent to the outside world, and he didn't even notice Pearl's secret glances.

The black-haired maid who was ignored felt embarrassed, a little anger rushed into her mind, and soon disappeared under the other's strong body.Pearl still did not give up and packed the tableware one by one, touching his hand with the warm and rough back of her hand.

He is so cold, like snow.

This reinforces Pearl's desire to warm him, but the others don't think so.

"Outlander, come out, I want to fight you." The simple-minded hunter recklessly pulled the black-haired maid away, even leaving a bruise on her hand.Pearl looked resentfully at her husband who was disturbing her good affairs, and retreated to the unobtrusive back kitchen.

The beautiful foreigner is currently completely in a state of confusion. Messiah can't figure out why the maid came, and a guy who was too weak ran over to challenge him with bold words.

"Why?" Messiah raised his eyelids slowly.

"Why?" the hunter snorted angrily, like a bull on an ice field, "because that's my wife!"

"What does it matter to me that your wife came here by herself?"

In the early morning, such an explosive thing happened. The Northlanders, who had been lacking in entertainment for a long time, gathered together with great interest, and even bet on whether the hunter with strong limbs and simple mind would defeat the competitor, or the silver-haired boy with the white face would win.

In the end, the Messiah took the trouble to let the hunter make a free pendant on the street lamp of the castle. The sharp ice pick pierced the shoulder blade of the big man, and the gushing blood caused secondary damage to the hunter's skin in the weather here.

The black-haired maid hurriedly climbed up the ladder, rescued her husband, and looked at Messiah even more eagerly.

"No, if you disturb my cleanliness again, I'll let you try the knife, she hasn't seen blood yet."

Pearl ran away in panic, deeply trembling, and hid behind the aging innkeeper, trying to draw a little courage from her mother.The old woman stroked the maid's back half to blame and half to comfort, and warned her not to make similar mistakes again.

The Messiah has won himself a half-moment of purity.

"You are so powerful!" the halfling exclaimed excitedly, "My name is Sam, what's your name? With such skills, how about I pay you to hire you, it would be even better if you can defeat that white dragon!"

Messiah suddenly felt that what the half-elf said made sense, and the halfling was indeed noisy.