(I think I'm next?)

Hond attacks the ettercap, swinging his battleaxe, Attack: 24 Damage: 13

Hond buries his battleaxe in the ettercap's stomach, and the monster falls in a puddle of its own blood.

Congratulations! You may all advance to level 4.

Do you mean level 4? :) 

(I edited it a minute ago. You guys are too quick for me to make any mistakes. :D)

As you stand over the bodies of the ettercap and wolf spiders the sound of whistling reaches your ears. A minute later a halfling strides into the clearing, a childish smile on his face. He nods pleasantly in greeting and continues whistling. He has gold locks and wears a patched pair of overalls. He is barefoot, and in his hands is a bouquet of deep purple flowers.

"Hymnal doesn't trust this man."

The halfling ceases whistling, his smile replaced with a worried expression. “Who?” He asks, eying Hond suspiciously.

"I believe my cousin was referring to you..."

The halfling has already lost interest in the conversation, and he begins to examine the corpses of the spiders with interest.

"Forgive my dour companions, they are apt to let their grim surroundings color their mood!" Hond says, bowing slightly to the halfling. "I say we make our own joy, regardless of the dreary forest! Always time for a lively tune and some pretty flowers. I am Hond, who are you?"

The little tabaxi huffs, crossing his arms and pouting. "Hymnal isn't dour, Hymnal is just cautious when it comes to trusting people who live in nightmarish otherworldly hellscape swamps."

The halfling looks up at Hond. “I’m called Simple Tom.” He holds out the flowers to Hond and grins innocently. “Do you want them? I could always find more. I picked them for my mother.”

Taking Hymnal's words of warning to heart, Hond reaches out with his Divine Sense, trying to determine if this Simple Tom is what he says he is, while also making an insight check ( 10 ) to determine if the halfling is trying to trick him in any way.

If everything seems on the level, Hond will accept a flower and try and figure out what variety it is (Nature, 1)

Simple Tom appears to be harmless, if somewhat mentally underdeveloped. The flowers are nothing Hond has ever seen before, and, unless his ears are playing tricks, they are whispering to one another.

The flowers are whispering to each other?  Or the flowers are whispering to Simple Tom? 

To each other. The whispering is indistinct, and it is undetectable unless you are holding them yourself.

Hond, who would normally smell flowers, hears them whispering amongst themselves and holds them up to his ear, trying to hear what they're saying.

Perception, 18

Damn, convinced that no one called 'Simple Tom' will be of any assistance to them in finding the Pumpkin King, gives an exaggerated sigh and waits for Hond to stop playing with flowers.

The whispering is maddeningly unintelligible, and Hond is unable to extract distinct words.

"These are strange flowers indeed. You say your mother likes them? You should take them to her." Hond hands the flowers back to Tom. "Say, who is your mother? We're strangers here and do not know our way."