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Characters: Tasslehoff Burrfoot, whoever bumps into him.
Content: Tasslehoff has been wandering around the city, trying to seee all there is to see. Now he's finally made it back to the inhabited parts and wants to know what he's missed. At least he's come at an interesting time...
Location: Pick a street, any street.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Belongings may randomly end up in Tas's pouches.
It had been a while since Tasslehoff had been in this part of the city. He had been all over the place, exploring every nook and cranny. His pouches were now full of assorted objects and he had a few scribbled maps of the streets around where he had been. At one point, the kender had found several small maps of the city and added them to his collection, adding corrections here and there in various coloured pens.
As he walked along, Tasslehoff swung his hoopak to and fro. It had seen better days since he had made it and it had never been as good as the one he had had back on Krynn but now it had a length of cloth wrapped around the middle where it had snapped in half after an incident involving a couple of crabs and a tumble down a flight of stairs and through a rotten floor. It had been a lucky escape, although still painful and the kender still had not gotten around to replacing his weapon. Yes, his explorations had been far from dull but he had no idea what had been happening in his absence. The kender had all but forgotten about the computer network.
"Your one true love's a sailing ship, That anchors at our pier, We lift her sails, we man her decks, We scrub the portholes clear..."
Though he had discovered some of the music of this world, Tasslehoff still preferred to sing his trailsong when things seemed too quiet.