Hibbit-the Boggie

'No,I'm not a frigging Hobbit. "

"You know how many times i have to tell people that ,Lop? Every iron pot blood mad sword swinger from Tosa to Mac's Bar to the gates of Gazad Dun thinks the only tiny folks are thos furry footed booze hounds. Frikkin ale barrels with groggily eyes. I'm a frikkin Boggie and i an't ashamed of it!"

Lop ignored the fact that Hibbit usually drank more then any hobbit he knew as he listened to his disreputable old friend on his familiar old rant.

"It even worse here in Amber you know."

Looking up from his tankard it was likea horse stopping beneath his rum. This was a new rant.

He mustered his long years of conversation for the perfect rejoinder, "Eh? huh? ah.. why?"

Hibbit drew his bugsticker knife and flipped it around his hand as he looked at Lop in surprise. His old friend was staring owlbear eyes at him.

"They don't have hobbits here.. Have you seen any? They have a few of these Agoliths[[1]] but those aren't hobbots or boggies. They are just half sized regular folks.. And the Amberites don't like them much either. Can you imagine what hobbits in those shadows must be like? They could wrestle ferrets. hmmm might be good gold in that."

Walking off a bit and tossing the first of his three knife set. Hitting the center, shivering in point, disappearing a fractin before the next knife arrived to take the same spot. again, again, again, each knife shiver and disappears.

"So not only do they ask me if im a hobbit they ask if im a famous hobbit? Apparently there has been Frodo Baggins here before so they ask me if im from the Shire? At least on Tosa they had enough Halflings across the land that people would ask if i was a Standback or a Greentree or a Widefoot. Here they ask if im Frodo or Bilbo or a damned shaved dwarf. "

Flinging his short sword, when his anger wasn't satisfied but assassin's knives.