Lawrick yawned as he marched through the empty streets, his calloused feet scampering softly on the wet, cobbled stone. It was a rather somber morning for the Halfling, although not for reasons one would expect. It was true that the small folk were quite connected to their communities, especially in times like these where it was considered suicide to march out of civilization. Rare is the story of the Halfling hero, having long since past. Better they stay together in their little hovels, living these final nights together as family.
To Lawrick, however, he was more upset that the rain made it harder for him to light his pipe. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he was not one to rely too much on others, at least in a more conventional sense. Rather, he had always taken advantage of the goodwill of his kin, having "convinced" the lot of them to take part in his various schemes and plans. Had he not been a Goodbiscuit, it was likely he'd have been exiled from Gladharrow, his community.
Given the situation he was in, he was basically kicked out as is.
"How hard could it be? Unlike those sourpusses, I've got the recipes all here." Lawrick patted his satchel, mumbling to himself as he muscled through the rain. As soon as word came that Granny was losing her mind, Lawrick was fast on the draw, having been one of the first of her grandchildren to show up and take care of her ailing mind. Of course, this was all a ruse to get closer to her, to use her descending madness as a way of getting her to see him as the favorite grandchild.
As far as things were certain, it ended up working, and Lawrick lived as a modest king for the next few months. Of course, he would have lived comfortably for longer had he not gambled much of his family's fortune away. It seems that even Halflings run out of luck, sometimes. It's because of this that Lawrick was ostracized by his own family, and why he had chosen to undertake such a treacherous journey into the wilds... Not that it mattered to him, anyway. To Lawrick, it was another scheme, after all, butat the very least, it's also a form of atonement. It was a much more honest way of making money than his usual forms of shady business, and it was also restoring the good name of the Goodbiscuits.
"Maybe I should have actually read those recipes and bought a few batches of ingredients before we hit the roads, huh?"
Staring at his satchel for a brief moment, Lawrick laughed off such an idea in the end.
"Nah, I'm all set! How hard could it be to make biscuits out of whatever we find, anyway?"