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Once in a while, Tasslehoff would run into an old adventuring
friend from years ago, and they'd travel together. He'd sketch
crude maps of his journeys to show his friends, elaborating on his
adventures for effect, waiting for the listeners to smile. He loved
story-telling over a map.
Mapmaking was not his only hobby, however. Occasionally,
Tasslehoff would see something small and interesting within easy
reach. When no one was looking, he'd borrow the item to admire
it; oftentimes when he finished looking at it, the owner was gone.
With a sigh, he'd drop the item in one of his many pockets and
move on. He never meant to steal anything. Things just came out
like that.
A week ago, Tasslehoff found the ring.
Tasslehoff scratched his nose in the dim light and remembered.
He was in his home town, a farming community called Solace.
He'd gotten up early to get hot pastries from a nearby bakery.
While waiting for the shop to open, he heard two men having a
shouting match in an alley.
Argument turned to scuffling, then came a hideous cry that
made the kender jump. Three watchmen walking past immediately
rushed toward the alley as the killer fled from it.
The thin-faced murderer was almost too hasty to escape. He
stumbled on a loose rock and opened a clenched hand to catch
himself. A glittering bauble fell from his palm and bounced beside
Tasslehoff, who was hiding behind a wooden box by the bakery
door
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