Miro sits quietly upon his napsack looking over his companions, a dead wand in his hand he scribbles upon the stone with its edge to pass the time. He sighs as he looks over the younger halfling in his group. Having already attempted an appology on her behalf with the Giantess who seemed genuinly interested in building peace between her race and others. "Tell me a story of your kind..." He says absently looking back to his glyphs in the stones surface. "Perhaps knowing the stories of your people could help me to understand them betta." He turns his eyes on her and quietly listens thoughtfully.