From the Dark
Legends say halflings were once the most jovial of all the races. They were tricksters, all in good fun of course, and were beloved by all. Caravans would travel from town to town, with singing, dancing, and magic.
But a dark sorcerer was not fond of them. And he cursed their entire race to lose their good spirits. The halflings became dour and began practicing their own dark magics and killed the sorcerer. But the curse remained and they could never reclaim their lost greatness.
Halflings today say that story is ridiculous, but nevertheless they are commonly unhappy. Many of them live as street urchins, pretending to be children to avoid notice of the authorities. The most populous area of halflings was swallowed up by the mists long ago. While halflings are hated by nobody and can be found almost anywhere, they still have nowhere to truly call their home.