Verealing is a 3-foot tall Halfling who spends most of the time either riding or walking beside his ugly old warpony, shunning the camels provided by the queen. He wears ragged explorer’s clothes and a hat that molds comfortably over his long brown ponytail. Olive skin lays over blunt facial features and surrounds dark brown eyes. A dusty obsidian disk floats in the air around his head; he has never called attention to it but rather seems to ignore its orbit. Every night he takes out his composite bow and cleans it as best he can, tsking at the sand that gets everywhere. During the day he pesters his nearest riding companion for stories of adventures, perpetually unaware of any annoyance as he draws in. He is a chatty fellow, and tells of the myriad doubtworthy adventures he’s had since leaving his surrogate gnomish parents six years ago.
As he sees the storm approach, Verealing jumps off his warpony and frantically tries to get him to lie down. He calls to the nearest person asking for some canvas to cover his mount and hides in the sand with his clothes covering any previously exposed skin.
As he sees the storm approach, Verealing jumps off his warpony and frantically tries to get him to lie down. He calls to the nearest person asking for some canvas to cover his mount and hides in the sand with his clothes covering any previously exposed skin.
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