>>5887262>>5887272>>5887274>>5887284>>5887321>>5887425>>5887464>Move toward sounds of voices.>Quietly.You decide to play this quiet-like, moving toward the sound of voices with your feet light and head low (more a result of the low ceiling, but still). You find the home around you very lived-in: etchings in the wall in crayon, wooden toys scattered along the flooring, discolored patches in furniture, all the walls done up in countless frames and photos.. it reminds you of your own home back in the country.
You find a scent wafting past as you approach the voices–something sweet and savory all at once–and the sound of voices mixes with clattering pots and pans. You gently ease past the crook of one wall to peer into the next room over, where you’re near bowled over by a pair of halfling kids.
The kids seem too stuck in their world to notice your presence, blowing down into the hall in the midst of a game of tag. The kitchen before you is rife with many just like them–girls and boys, children and infants, shouting over each other and playing games and picking their noses. The one stood at the stove–a head or two taller than the rest–is simultaneously stirring and lidding about seven pots at once while cradling a baby in the crook of her arm and shouting down at the rest of them.
“Luckiwise, put that down. It’s hot.” Her voice is firm despite the exhaustion written in her face. “Maybell–no–there’s no lizardman cheese left. You’ll have to make due like the rest of us. And for gods’ sake, Brandibuck, would you go fetch Bertie?”
“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec, ma..” Brandibuck, a young boy halfling sat at a massive round table, seems to be in the midst of an intense card game with himself.
>Make your presence known.>Attempt to get fetch ‘Bertie’ yourself.>[Write-In.] 