Deze lil' guyz do dere prayin' an' stuff at da Halfling Ruins. Me wents in dere and smarshed dem up when I wuz da level 9. Dey won't aggro even when dey scowl an' stuff. Dey will root ya, den try an' do some firey mojo at ya. Den one will try to melee ya (Hur Hur) but dey puny an hits fer da crappy damage. Dey get annoyin' when dey heal da guy you smarshing, but dats about it. I kilt dem all an' lost jus over a bub o' da health. Dey drop da NO DROP woven grass amulet thingy which has no stats. Me scratching hed an' wunderin' what it fer. Mes not to bright, 'specially when mes been drinkin' da good Trollie brew.
Since I believe, like many of my brothers, that all halflings must suffer excruciatingly painful deaths, I need to know where to go to slaughter this midget wholesale.
Hail, brother. As I,too, find it offensive that these halfings taint the soil of our forest with their hairy little paws, I shall guide you to this creature. Make your way to the large log in the forest at which our youngest adventurers often hunt. Go straight across the path, and keep going straight ahead. You shall come across a deep valley in which our iron guardians patrol - pass this, for beyond it lies a hill behind which the halflings have made their camp, thinking to hide their foul activities from us.
Good hunting, brother; may you rid our forest of these vermin!
You're the stupid one. It's called ROLEPLAYING. Not all of us are in it just for the smash and grab--we like to have fun, too. I know this is probably hard for your tiny brain to comprehend, next time I'll use crayons.