Tas and Fizban continued down the road leading out of Solace. Fizban quietly humming a tune, followed by Tas whistling loudly to himself. When Fizban told Tas of a magic stone that turned into a dagger, he had only lightly explained his plan when Tas interrupted him.
"Fizban, how do you summon the dagger?" he said ignoring what Fizban was saying.
"Well you have to say a magic word" Fizban replied sternly.
"What's the magic word" Tas began asking.
"I will tell you once we get there" Fizban said before motioning to the road beyond.
They continued on out of Solace, for they planned to head to Pax Tharkas where they would continue on to a forest of magical properties as Fizban put it. As they traveled through each town, Tas would enter the market's. The Kender had borrowed many trinkets to add to his collection, his collection was stowed in his pouches for safe keeping. When they were halfway to Pax Tharkas, Tasslehoff started to complain while Fizban would tell him how disappointed Flint would be in him. The old dwarf would probably be scowling at Tas's lack of interest in walking. While they were in all of these towns Tas's pouches got very full, making them sag as he walked. The Kender did think of dumping them out at one point, but then decided each item was too special, as Uncle Trapspringer would say, " It's borrowing, never stealing." It was at that moment Tas was thinking this, that a man from one of the numerous buildings Tas had wandered into, came chasing after him. Tas had only borrowed a small lock, for it's only sheer purpose was to be picked. The man ran after Tas, but Tas dashed down an alleyway, causing him to crash right into Fizban. Luckily for Tas, he got away with the lock, though Fizban was in a bit of pain from Tasslehoff crashing into him. As they walked on, Fizban started to wondered why Tas was running away from a man. Tas was very content for he was now in possession of a lock. So he grabbed his lock picks and started to pick it, proving to be successful, the lock opened, he then plunked it into his pouches for future purposes.
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Tasslehoff Burrfoot and The Magic Stone
Short StoryDedicated to my brother for being my Tasslehoff in real life. Fizban and Tasslehoff find themselves on yet another adventure. No hate, these are not my characters, all rights reserved to Margret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Please don't copy, enjoy!