The halfling before you looks young, but his sharp eyes framed by slight wrinkles gives away the petitioner's

The halfling before you looks young, but his sharp eyes framed by slight wrinkles gives away the petitioner's considerable age. Leymar nods politely, sweeping the floor with his beret and showing off an emerging bald spot. "My respects, baron! I beg your forgiveness for how boldly I sought our meeting, but I could hardly trust anyone with the fate of my beloved new child – which appeared to me in a waking dream, as I walked your lands."