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 to the friggin foot of Kolvir thinks the only tiny folks are those furry footed booze hounds. Frikkin ale barrels with groggily eyes. I'm a frikkin Boggie and i ain't ashamed of it!"

Lop ignored the fact that Hibbit usually drank more then any hobbit he knew, as well as consuming any form of magical or chemical concoction chemists, alchemists, wizards and spice dealers could supply him. He listened to his disreputable old friend on his familiar old rant. That during the rant he and Hibbit both smoked melange cigars to maintain the blue in blue eyes they both were addicted to he knew was high irony.

"It even worse here in Amber you know."

Looking up from his tankard and his paperwork it was like a horse stopping mid stride. This was a new complaint for the rabid little thief.

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

Hibbit drew his shirt thin 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. ok, four or five, but have you seen any wandering around this fairy tale city? They have a few of these Agoliths[[1]] around but those aren't hobbits 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.

Looking up from the a collection of