"See that small mound over there," Grengrum shoved a stubby finger to a hillock not far away, "That's the entrance to the village."
"Then what is that over there?" Lane asked about the small cabin.
"Where we stay."
That night the Halfling village had a celebration of the caravan's arrival. Grengrum told Laine the Halflings celebrate everything. Any excuse at all to throw a party.
The festivities were much like Wonder Fest in Tinker Town, but with a lot less liquor and a lot more food. Amborlaine was amazed that a three foot tall Halfling could pack away more food in a single setting than she could eat in a day. The merriment went all night, until the break of day. Amborlaine was in no mood for festivities and had retired not long after dark. The events of the trip were still fresh in h
