You walk towards an over-tall figure, oddly broad of face and wearing a long traveler’s cloak with curious bulges here and there. As you walk past, you see the figure stop and shift, and you recognize the movements as a very old gag—two halflings, one standing on the shoulders of the other beneath an obscuring cloak, making a clumsy effort at disguise to gain entrance to one of the few “no halflings” establishments in town.