When all the halflings where found dead in a caravan that was attacked by Lizardmen, the Elk Tribe found a male baby in the wreackage. Life was hard and cruel in alot of weays, but out of Kindness or Love I've grown to manhood withe Elk Tribe as the wandered in the world. I soon learn't that most folk doen't take to people that move about. But due to my size and cunning some Caravaners taught me more skill with the Shortsword, and from the Babarians I learn't of been fearless and brave and honesty to those that look to one for it. Hard living as made me lean and not soft as most Halflings that grow up on Farms and Homesteads. They allowed me to worship Prunilla, the only Halfling thing known to them. Quick of wit and making the most of my size I now go to look at the greater world and become a man on his own as is the custom in the tribe. So friend if you walk straight and tall, join me while we see what tomorrow brings.