The halfling has a squirrel in his hair. That’s the first thing you notice. The reddish rodent perches on the halfling’s backpack and shakes a multi-hued mess of wild hair out of its view. Its bearer somehow matches that frenetic energy, walking with a spritely step and looking about with wide-eyed wonder. If it weren’t for the heavy green cloak draped over his shoulders and the studded leather armor he wears, you’d think he might just float into the air and flit about like a hummingbird.