The few mentions of them in Warhammer literature seems to make the more worldly/street wise than Tolkein's Hobbits and whilst painting these chaps I came up with the character of Gilbo Gabbins as their leader, a foul mouthed cockney sounding fellow and I can't get that out of my head now.................................................
Freiherr Klaus von Hauke strode boldly towards the Halfling camp. The Count had given him the task of co-ordinating with the militia from Bauernmarkt, the sleepy Halfling village to the east of Fredericksburg.
The Halflings were busily running around setting up the camp. It amused and amazed him, his view, no, everyone's view of the diminutive beings was of them being lazy and lacklustre, we wasn't even sure why the Count was bothering with them.
He spotted one Halfling with a big smile on his face, standing on a tree stump, flying a flag depicting a fighting cockerel.
"Who's in charge here?" Kurt demanded of the grinning Standard Bearer.
He received no reply, the Halfling just stood there................. smiling.......... not moving.
"I say, answer me you insolent peasant" Kurt barked "Who is in charge here?"
"OI!!!!" came a shout ""Don't fink you'll get a squeek outta 'im, he's a ****ing idiot!"
Kurt span around to face the direction the raised voice came from, a blonde haired Halfling stared back at him.
"and who?" questioned the Freiherr, "are you?"
"Gilbo Gagins at your service" spat the rude little man "Chief Sherrif of der Lucky Pluckers, best ****ing Sherrif's you'll find in all a ****ing Nordland. Dat der is Bosco Gamyfoot, he don't say nor do nuffink, dats why we gave 'im da flag, he can just stand der smilin' while we does all da ****ing fightin'."
Kurt winced every time Gilbo swore. What was going on? Halflings were supposed to be country bumpkins yes but they were innocent and pure beings, all of the books he'd read had told him this.
"Now Longshanks, **** off back to da Count" ordered Gilbo "and tell him we're ****in' ready to take on the ******** greenies when 'e is".
Gilbo turned away from the stunned Empire man.
"Nobbo, gat dat ****in' fire goin', des boys need dare ****in' second supper.
Kurt turned, stunned, and walked sheepishly back up the hill towards the Count's tent.
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