Halfling

A few days nineward of the city of Gran Magna Cir'cori, at the foot of the Aegis Mountains, lie a cluster of gently rolling hills covered with whimsical forests and dales filled with lovely fields. The air is filled with the smell of wildflowers and the songs of birds of every description. It is also filled periodically with screamed imprecations, the rudest obscenities imagineable, and all the other attendant sounds of a knock-down drag-out fight, because these are the Fractious Hills, home of the halflings.
Halflings are an odd bunch. While extremely friendly and gracious to members of other races, they are clannish amongst themselves to a degree most other races would call ridiculous, and feuds between clans can start over the smallest of perceived transgressions and last generations. That being said, fights between halflings rarely result in anything other than relatively minor injuries and bruised egos. It does however make daily life quite bewildering for other races living in the Hills and visits by outsiders usually last for only a few days before a swift departure for saner pastures.