[center][color=Khaki][h2][b]Jitter Meadowbrook[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

The halfling rubbed his hands together, and breathed on them for warmth.
He had been traveling for days in this god awful weather, looking for a sign of civilization.
Jitter hasn't had the best of luck recently, he ran afoul of some crazed hungry kobolds who chased him for a whole day.
[color=Aqua]"This damn blasted weather is a curse to the living."[/color]
He had thought of giving up to the kobolds, at least he would be warm, even if he was their warm meal.
Smoke from a chimney had been his savior, as he pressed on, fast as his little legs would go.
Jitter made it to the small town of Good Mead,  and headed for the nearest tavern for a warm meal, warm mead, and well, just plain warmth.
Upon entering the Tavern known as Mead Hall, the little man quickly moved about the patrons, dodging in and out of their legs until he made it to the fireplace.
[color=Aqua]" Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"[/color] he exclaimed as he bent over and rubbed his tushy, feeling the warmth of the fire.
[color=Aqua]"Barkeeper, I'd like a nice warm bowl of stew and a tall mug of apple cider."[/color]