Arad rolled on the ground, staring around him to see a strange scene. A woman no taller than Aella's tighs with large hands, feet, and long ears glared at him.
"Ya stupid snot, look carefully before walking." She glared at Arad.
Arad stood and looked down, she barely reached above his knees.
"What are you? A dwarf elf?" Arad asked, looking at her.
"I'm a halfling. We're called that since we're half a human height most of the time." The woman wiped the dust from her clothes and walked toward the counter, jumping above her chair.
"So, what do you need?"
Arad pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it to her, "Three saddles,"
The woman looked at the letter and scratched her head, "Well, I do have some ready. But I would much rather have a look at the oxs so I can tailor them to size." She looked at Arad, "Is that possible?"
Arad blinked for a moment, "No, we're supposed to deliver them to the client in a faraway land." He replied and looked at Jack for help.
