In the human city of Melendar, Kaza searches for the halfling embassy in the noble area of the city. It is easy to spot with the distinct banner of Teabottom draped above the door, a black teacup above above an red iron pot and a golden kettle, all on 2 green swords crossed on a blue background. The tea cup represented the Teabottom family, the pot represented The Ironpot family, and the golden kettle represented the Goldkettle Family.
Kaza hurries and finds enters the large wood doors of the embassy, and enters the chaos of nation at war as clerks and halfling citizens are running back and forth begging and finding news of their families in Teabottom under the goblin assault. However, one halfling in particular draws his eye.
This halfling was sitting in a chair with a large scowl on his face dressed in thick plate mail and carrying a pair of axes at his side and a large cross bow leaning against the wall.
He looked almost like a small dwarf except his beard was properly trimmed and clean. His amber eyes seemed to examine the room. The only thing about the armour was that it did not have the emblazoned red symbol of the Ironpots, but a black kettle was there instead.
Kaza walks up with his head up high and asked the question trembling at his lips, " Beg pardon, but are you one of the Ironkettle Trio?" The Ironkettles were a trio of Goldkettle brothers that did not want anything to do with Gods or Holy mumbo jumbo and joined with the Ironpots learning the ways of fighting as soldiers.
The armored halfling gets up, “Aye, I am Alastor Goldkettle, eldest of the Ironkettle brothers, left in charge of this borin’, half crazed mess of a place, while ma brothers are off fightin’ tha goblin hoard at Teabottom. Tha stinkin’ Teabottom senator thought it was best ta’ let me be in charge of tha defense of this place instead of earnin’ my mettle with mah metal. Great honor he says’ bah! It’s a load of bollocks if yah ask me.”
“I am sorry for your predicament but can you help me? You see, I want to learn to use this.” Pulls a khukuri from his pack “I thought it would just like wielding a knife but I almost ended stabbing a dwarf with it.” " So I went about looking for a teacher, someone who could teach me how to fight, the halfling way. So I please I beg of you for the honour to learn from you."
Kaza falls to his knees in front of the halfling weapon master.
“Wait a second, aren’t ya that Kaza Firechili from the Festival race. You are!! I could recognize that firey crow’s nest of hair from a 100 yards. Well, I don’t usually do this, but you showed some grit at tha race, even though ya still lost. I going ta’ teach ya the ways of all weapons. Ya best be getting back home, getting every bit of sleep ya can. Because tomorra’ and the next few days after that, I am going to put ya through the worst days of your life and ya will thank me for it. Meet me here tomorra morning and bring your weapons and armor, ya will need them.”
Kaza thanks Alastor generously almost losing his own arm trying to shake him and goes off on his way and prepares for the next day with excitement and terror.