The Search Begins

Along a Trail next to a Hill
This appears to be a small trail leading through a golden field of wheat. To the west, is a large hill with a window in its side. A small garden is here between the path and the hill, containing numerous weeds. Towards the south, the trail leads to a small shack made of brown wood. A few houses can be seen to the north, surrounded by the large oaks and poplars of the Pixie Forest.
Exits: north south
A male halfling walks about here.
Fiebin R'aw, am i your reflection? <> is standing here.

The halfling resident leaves north.

From afar, the creature is squat and stands no taller than three feet. It wears blood red leather overalls, skilfully tailored to the wearer's physique.

A closer glance reveals it is a Hobbit. It has large dull moon eyes which are framed by bald eyelids and a youthful face. The Hobbits skin is of a soar red and burn scars are littered like the night sky. His lips are plump and are the colour of bruised flesh. He flexes his jaw and a set of pearly white teeth armed with a pair of enlarged razor-sharp canines become visible.

Fiebin is 3'1" and weighs 62 pounds.

Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe. A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully lets out a beautiful swirling red cloud of misty smoke.

Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe. A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully lets out a beautiful swirling red cloud of misty smoke.

Fiebin is lying down on a patch of fresh lush green grass on the hill, enjoying his smoke.

Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe. A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully blows out a puff of grey smoke.

The halfling resident leaves north.

Doyle walks slowly in from the south, his eyes set upon the halfling laying not to far off from him, he pulls his hood closer down to him, so that his face cannot be seen..

Fiebin can see this mysterious looking tall muscular man. He is well armed and so Fiebin decides to pretend to ignore the man's presense until he knows more about this character..

Fiebin tries to smoke a small red pipe, but it's not lit.

Fiebin tries to light a small red pipe, but it's empty.

Fiebin gets a mysterious seven-leaf clover from a small metal box

Fiebin gently taps a small red pipe and empties it out.

Fiebin fills a small red pipe with a mysterious seven-leaf clover.

Fiebin carefully lights a small red pipe.

Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe.

A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully lets out a beautiful swirling red cloud of misty smoke. Fiebin grimaces at the acrid flavor of the nooracht.
Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe. A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully lets out a small annoying cough. Fiebin grimaces at the acrid flavor of the nooracht.

Doyle walks straight ahead along the path, he stops as he is about to pass the halfling, his hood opening turns toward the man, "Hello, i assume this is the burrows correct?" he says calmly.

Fiebin Stands up immediately. Fiebin knows he must not be caught unaware…its happened before to him and it ended disasterously. Fiebin's head is tilted to the max and he tries to get some eye contact with the friendly man.

Fiebin "This isn't just any Burrows! Its the Grand Burrows where our Thain Ilena resides!"

Doyle pulls his hood down further creating an even darker abyss inside the hood, "Excellent, would she happen to be around by any chance?" he says in a light voice.

Fiebin says to the man commandingly, "Firstly, what makes you think your worthy to even see our Thain Ilena. Secondly, i am no Hobbit to go round trusting any tall folk with thier face shielded from the world. Thirdly, At least introduce yourself. Fithly, What business do you bring here?" The Honni is obviously quite breathless after all that.

Doyle touches the hood again making sure it stays, "I am Doyle, I lead the humans." He does a half bow to the halfling, "I came here to ask her for a.. favor.."

Fiebin shudders in disbelief. He then comes to his senses and says to Doyle "And am i meant to believe you? Show me something which will prove your words."

Fiebin carefully lights a small red pipe.

Fiebin deeply inhales the smoke of the red pipe. A few moments later, Fiebin opens his mouth and skillfully lets out a few foggy-white smoke rings. Fiebin grimaces at the acrid flavor of the nooracht.

Fiebin blows a puff of smoke into the air which almost lands square into Doyles face.

Doyle sighs quietly, "What would i show you that would make you beleive what i say?" he says calmly with a slight hint of frustration.

Fiebin thinks to himself. Then he says to Doyle " Tell me a secret which only a Human Leader would know and i shall believe you and i will allow you to pass me…safely." Fiebin lifts his nose up.

Doyle pauses for a moment, "Hrm, if i told you a secret only i should know.. it could threaten the security of my people.." he challenges.

Fiebin's face lights up. "I believe you now, most would just tell me lies and more lies. But you are different, you have the quality of a true Leader. I will now help you. But what is it that you require from us Hobbits?

Doyle crosses his arms as he talks, "I need your help to uncover my nations history.." he says giving out as little detail as possible.

Fiebin mubbles to himself. "I am afraid Ilena is away concurrently. Perhaps you would like to come down to the Inn with a Hobbit Friend? the Drinks will be on I, Fiebin R'aw, Nation Scout."

Doyle nods slowly, "I suppose I have time for a drink.."

Fiebin grins, bearing his pearly fangs. "Follow me Leader. What do your people call you anyways?"

Doyle uncrosses his arms as he prepares to move out, "My fellow humans call me Doyle."

Fiebin says " Fellow Hobbitons call me Fiebin. You may call me Fiebin to if you wish."

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