A halfling clad in muted purple garbs can be seen running from the docks. The halfling itself came from a dark alley and was seen headed to the Silver Buckle, screaming and singing a tune. The jolly tune is somewhat inconsistent with the look of shock on his face.
Teeth as sharp as daggers!
Hair as thick as a dwarven beard!
Run and hold your mothers!
Someone toss me a knife or spear!