Only scattered bands of Halflings remain in the Age of Destruction. Yet one song, sang around campfires encased in shadow, brings true warmth to their hearts. It is the song of Tontoe, a Halfling Alchemist of legendary renown:
With a crack of two gems,
Good Tontoe was off.
His curly brown hair,
At danger he scoffed.
As plots brewed in shadow,
Old Tontoe stayed true,
Casting gems at foul creatures,
And drinking foul brews.
So let us cheeeeer for good Tontoe,
The best Alchemist to live.
If I ever did saw him,
I'd give him a kiss.
The Orc Prides were scattered,
With the chuck of a bomb,
Again good old Tontoe,
Proved worthy of song.
He skipped through portals,
Oh!
A Halfling so true.
Returning Hero to town,
Could not be kept from a brew.
So let us cheeer for good Tontoe,
The best Alchemist to live.
If I ever did saw him,
I'd give him a kiss.