Hana laughed and tugged him along as they drew closer to the cottage. "What's that? Thraxion Swordbreaker has a bit of stage fright?"
She grinned at him, then added in a slightly softer tone, "You'll be fine."
As she reached up to knock at the cottage door, it suddenly swung inward, and they were met with a scowling face barely knee-high on Thrax. He had a shock of slate gray hair that stood up in every direction, and judging by the massive, thick lenses of the glasses perched on his round nose was rather nearsighted. "Yes yes, what?" Tobin demanded irritably, squinting up at them. "What do you want? I don't do visitors."
It seemed Hana had forgotten to mention that her adoptive father was a halfling.
"Well, it's good to see you too, old man," she huffed.
He blinked, then seemed to actually look at his visitors. "Hanako." He folded his arms with an actual "harumph". "Been some time, lass. And who's the walking wall of muscle and shag carpet?"
"Tobin!" Hana protested, eyes widening.
"What, like he doesn't know?" Huffing, the little hermit stood aside and waved them into the cottage irritably. "C'mon in then. I suppose you'll be wanting tea or sommat?"