To my surprise, I saw a farm. Not a troll or a dark elf farm. They looked like gnomes, or perhaps even halflings. Except there were no machines, so they had to be halflings. I was shocked. Gnomes I had seen, but halflings I had only heard of. All I knew of them was that they were a weak people that worshiped the soft, weak gods of light.
I watched them from the hill for a long time. They seemed very happy. The children played games, and the adults watched and laughed. They sang as they went about their chores. I was jealous of them. I had never seen anyone so happy.
Suddenly, I realized I was very hungry. I had been fasting, after all. There down below was plenty of food. Chickens, cows, goats- and sheep. Sheep most of all. I love mutton more than anything. As I sat on the hill and looked down, my mouth watered and my stomach growled.
"Why not go and take what you want from them?" Said a soft voice in my ear. For some reason I was not surprised by this voice.
"They are happy, and there is plenty of meat to be had in the forest," I told the voice. "If I try to steal a sheep they will fight me for it. They will be unhappy, and I will have to fight them."
"Why do you care if they are happy?" asked the voice- not angrily, or with contempt, but sounding only curious to see how I would answer.