The Hungry Peasants During the shattering, a village in Antonica needed food. The people were starving, so they gathered up all their remaining gold and asked for a volunteer to travel to Qeynos for provisions. First the village Guardian said he would go, but the villagers cried, “No, who will protect us?” Then the most beautiful girl in town volunteered to go to the big city. Again, the villagers cried, “No, for once there, you would never return. Some Prince would take you for his bride and we would be lost.” Next, an old Wizard stepped forward. “I will go to Qeynos.” “No!” cried the villagers for a third time, “For you would take one look at the mystical library and forget all about our needs.” The villagers debated for a long time until someone said, “Let us send the Halfling, for he is lazy and will not be missed, yet will return, for he loves his treasures.” So the Halfling was sent by his village to Qeynos for provisions. There he bought many foodstuffs made of jum-jum. (It is well known that Halflings love jum-jum.) He spent all the gold on the goods and his pack was very heavy. As the Halfling returned home, he grew tired and hungry. “I shall take a little from my pack, thus making it lighter and filling my tummy.” The Halfling said to himself. Finding a nice shaded spot under a great tree, the Halfling settled down and made his lunch. When he was finished, he got up and shouldered his pack again. Indeed, it was lighter. The Halfling traveled down the road a little further. It wasn’t long before he became hungry again. “I am taking all the risks, and carrying all the load. I deserve a little more of the food for I am famished.” With this he sat down and ate some more. When he set out again, his pack was noticeably lighter than before. “I must be getting into shape, for the load is not as heavy as it was, though it is still considerable.” The Halfling continued down the road toward the village. Seeing that he would not make it back by night fall, he chose a comfortable place to sleep, but not before a little snack. When he woke the next morning, he ate a little bit more, for as he put it, “I will need my strength for the journey.” At last the Halfling made it to the village. The hungry peasants descended upon him with great rejoicing. “Come see the wonderful feasts I have purchased for you, the treats I have journeyed far to bring.” But when the people opened the packs they found nothing but a few crumbs. “I can not imagine what happened to all the food,” cried the Halfling. “I surely must have been robbed.”