When Tas peered around the corner, he saw another hallway. He slowly began to walk around, looking up at the ceiling and then down the hallway. He ventured round a corner and then drifted over, turning yet another right. He then ended up in the fifth room or so he thought, as it was the same shape as all the other ones. When he walked over to a desk in the corner, he saw a giant six placed on the wall in front of it, along with numerous maps mounted on the walls, that somehow appeared Tas's pouches,he then realized it was indeed the sixth room. He then raced back to the other rooms to check their rooms. He finely accepted that it indeed it was the sixth room, which was perhaps, seemingly odd to Tas because where was the fifth? He later then realized he had found the box Fizban had told him to look for, he realized that he had accidentally gotten distracted, once again. He then took out his lock picks and started pick the lock, opening it with ease. He saw inside, a small stone, well, the stone-dagger. He put his hands inside the box and around the smooth edges of the stone. Even though it was a small stone, it weighed a ton, of which Tas didn't know. As he started lift it he realized that he couldn't, this made him wish Caramon was here, Tas was very confused at this and continued trying to lift the small stone. He then realized had, yet again, forgotten the plan and left Fizban behind. So, in a Kenderly fashion, Tas ran back through each hallway, corridor, and room he had entered. Eventually he came out of the building, magically unnoticed perhaps, running right into Fizban once again.
"Oh! Fizban I went in there and found rooms, hidden rooms, maps and-and-and" Tas said stuttering, seeming unable to finish his sentence.
"What did you find Tas?" Fizban asked curiously.
"Well I found the box and the stone" Tas replied excitedly.
"Why then by Reorx's beard, as Flint would put it, we've got to go get it!" Fizban stated trying to make his best Flint accent.
They started toward the entrance, when they peered around the corner, they saw black robed mages standing around muttering in low voices, speaking no Common. Suddenly, Tas perked up, recognizing the language they were speaking, he then began silently translating for Fizban.
"How do you know the language they are speaking?" Fizban asked, speaking quietly so they weren't heard.
"I overheard Raistlin speak it many times, so once Raistlin left and did't return, I asked Dalamar to teach me, though that was long ago."
He then continued to translate, until the mages went back inside. They then figured that they were vaguely talking about trespassers and how they were going to set guards to keep watch outside the entrance, specifically set to make sure no one comes in or out of the building.
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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!