[right][h2]Olo the Halfling[/h2][/right]

Olo had met a changeling or two in his time. Or rather, he'd met people who turned out to be changelings—never a living one un-changed. He stared for what was probably too long to be polite.

"You already did! Well, I was looking for the exit too, but before that I was looking for the shopkeeper, so either way I got what I wanted." Barely pausing for breath, he crossed the room at something between a walk and a skip. "What a collection! How did you get all of this? Did adventurers sell these to you?" Olo's eyes went wide, his face alight with barely containable excitement. "Are you an adventurer?"