'True friends don't put you on a leash.' Twine had a bad childhood. She was sold to the self-styled 'lord' of a town shortly after she was born as a household pet (In her world halflings are fairly rare). Though she wasn't necessarily treated harshly she was looked upon as some sort of intelligent dog: collar, leash and all. When she 'grew up' she was still less than 2 1/2 feet tall, but things began to explode when she got angry. Finally fed up she ran away, hoping that the explosions she'd accidentally caused would make her owners less likely to hunt her. This is my first attempt at cell-style shading.