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As you walk through the medieval realms, you pass through a market place and notice a small creature about two feet tall dodging around the footsteps of larger beings. He seemed to be of plant nature and he seemed to be heading for a sack of seeds. The creature would be one that would be common in the fields of farmers, one that worked for sweets.

Gah, I wish Sperry would have told me about how large the creatures were in these markets.
The small Hobie just wanted to purchase some seeds and Sperry, otherwise known as Sperry Fenwick, was a farmer who was needing more seed for his fields. Due to his extremely busy schedule, he sent Arlo to go get seed. Arlo's eyes grew large as he saw beings such as trolls and goblins moving through the marketplace. With a gulp, Arlo took a sprint for the bag of seed. With the short strides of his legs, his grass tufts would move back with his motion of moving forward.

Blue walked through the area, hands behind his head, relaxed.

Arlo's smile would grow larger as he saw the distance closing in as he ran toward the seed, but suddenly he found himself planted against the leg of a male, Blue, who he didn't know. Shortly after running into the male's leg, he stumbled around as his small arm reached up to rub his own head. His own raspy high voice turned up to the male that he ran into.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean t-to run int-to your leg."
The Hobie would sit on his bum in the middle of the marketplace until gaining his composure.

He looked down. "Huh...? Oh, hm. It's okay, little one."

The large eyes of the small creature would look up to the one who stood over him, noticing that the man seemed to be a human by his appearance at the moment.
A large smile crossed over Arlo's face,
"Hello, Sir, I apologize for running into you. I was sent to get some seed for Sperry and, well, I'm just a tad bit too little for the job."
A playful giggle would leave the small creature mouth as he held his stomach in amusement. "Would you mind helping me get to that merchant?"

"Why no, I wouldn't mind at all." He replied, calmly.

The small creature would sit down on the man's foot. "Just walk over there and I'll buy the seed!" He smiles to the large man and waits for his ride over to the merchant.

He walks over to said place, calmly.

The Hobie would jump up and down with excitement as he reached the bag of seed, looking up to the merchant, he'd toss a coin to the human that seemed to be selling the seed. He'd grab the seed and with a snap shrink all the seed to one tiny seed. Arlo would look up at Blue and he'd grin, "I never caught your name, Arlo ThistleSpring, pleasure to meet you!"

"Most people call me Blue." he replies.

The Hobie tries to pronounce it with his nasally voice and it comes out sounding more like blah-oo. "B-Blah-oo, why do they call you that? I've heard some of the humans talk about a color of some sort called that. Are you the color they were speaking of?" His nose crinkles in confusion of the word blue.

"That... may be the case, yes."

"W-well, Mr. B-Blah-ooo, I must say that I owe you as do many of the Hobies for this seed that you have helped us get!" The Hobie would then bow to the man and run off under the city gates and towards the fields of Sperry Fenwick. If Blue were to walk for any amount, he'd notice that Arlo had left him a handful of seeds in his boot. A sign of friendship of the Hobies was the handful of seeds, he was telling the man that he was friends with him.

He softly smiled, picking up the seeds. "It was no problem."

By the time that the man responded, he'd notice that the little creature had already disappeared. Through the city gates, he could see a little creature running toward the Fenwick Fields.

He didn't follow. Wasn't his territory, so he won't interfere.

At the moment Mrytle and Melissa were headed towards Fenwick Feilds and discussing selling techniques. Like what they should offer these inhabitants, how they should present themselves, and what they should not offer. In other just stuff two merchants would typically discuss.

The small Hobie tilted his head at the duo of the two merchants. He ran and sprinted jumping on the back of the Hobbit's boot, latching himself on, he'd vocalize himself with a high pitched voice that seemed to come from his nose. "Hello! My name is Arlo ThistleSpring, I work for the farmer, Sperry Fenwick!" As they entered the fields, they'd notice little creatures poking their heads out from under the fields.