The slim little halfling gracefully turns to you, a short cape whirling behind his dapper figure as he does so. His smile flashes on and off again, swift as the snap of fingers, but eyes of brilliant green continue to merrily regard you from a face as pale as the moon. His hands flourish dexterously as he makes a short bow, but you still feel as though he’s looking down his nose at you.
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