A normal sized Hobbit can be seen moving from spot to spot within the town of Trolls Bane, stamping pieces of parchment into doors and walls. He could be heard mumbling about Long legs having no respect, that Gynks make perfect weapons and that he wont be slow to throw one at a would be attacker. If one were to read the parchment he carries, they would find this:
Let it be known, if any user of the magic arts casts a spell near my person, insinuates threats against me. I will strike back if indeed it comes to this. I need not stress the seriousness of this warning.
Smiling happily to himself, the Hobbit moves back to his spot at the fire place which he was rudely disturbed near.