"Surface gnomes, underground gnomes...we're all short and willing to stab at these drow, yes?" Then, Shamya peers at the halfling. "You are a warrior?  I am called Fumbledog.  Take this from me.  It will make the soup taste better."<br/><br/>She slides herself over to the halfling and passes the flint dagger she made over with the same calmness that one would when passing the salt.  "And Zhandi, she also keeps the hearth warm on frigid nights.  I pray she will grant us some warmth until we can all gather around a hearth together."