Halfling, Into the East

The Halfling in the middle of the bunch shifts uneasily, peering around a few of his companions' waists to see the other group.

His blueish garments are whole, though certainly not clean, and he seems uninjured.

We outnumber them, but I still don't know if we can afford a fight... but it's not up to me. I'm just here to follow.

He hoists the spear a little higher, watching the other group carefully.