Marty Greenfeather was the one who brought this looney troup together. Many wifes and mothers cursed him for not staying in his Hillhouse, where good Halflings belong to. In the very second game he was badly injured by an agry Dwarf, so he would never ever play again. While his wounds healed he stayed at one of the halflingwomen that had the fortune to meet him during his best days. Although tied to his bed, he tought his son (wich he never saw before) to play the bowl. At the moment he keeps teaching the mufflers from time to time. His son, who joined the mufflers for his retired father, seems to have good chances to become a new halfling-star on the court.