She had no idea where she was! None! It was exciting! The emotion filled the tiny four foot Kender until one thought it would spill right out of her grin that was near splitting her wrinkled features.
As she came a" scuttling down the long road, people scattered, paled, pointed and generally gathered up as many belongings as possible before running in the opposite direction of the tiny pointed-eared-critter.
Furzzle was pleased! They ran before her in fear! Her reputation proceeded her, even here! Where ever here was, anyway. Where was here" This didn't really look like any place she'd been before, actually. Though the people looked human enough. OOoooh! What if they were all blood sucking dragons wrapped in skin! And then'they could "RAAAR"pop out of the skin at any moment! And Furzzle could save them all with a well aimed smack of her mighty Hoopak!
Her Hoopak was THE legendary Burrfoot Hoopak after all! Good thing Uncle Tasslehoff made a lot of copies, other wise there sure would be a lot of Kender without his legendary hoop"
"AK!"
Resounding crash as the Kender had walked directly into what looked like a porch. Spoons, a pewter dish, two scrolls, a small dead bat, a confused kitten, three long-dead-green carapace colored beetles and an amazing assortment of paper exploded out of the dazed Kender's pouches.
"My treasures! I must save them!" Wailed loudly into the street, a few poor witnesses may have started running even faster at this exclamation.
Scrambling down on her hands and knees, the Hoopak clattering to the ground, Furzzle scooped up her treasures quickly, stuffing them back into her pouches. And THAT was when the little Kender found herself distracted by a beautiful sign above her head.
Pausing, with both hands stuffed filled with her things, Furzzle's brown eyes went wide with wonder at the Red Dragon on the sign.
"Wwwwoooooo," lowly sounded in appreiciation. "A Red Dragon! I bet there's a Red Dragon behind the bar! Who eats mean people and serves drinks right out it's claws! OH! I wonder if they eat Kender! I bet they don't, Kender are small?" Continuing this, as the Kender scrambled now for the steps ?" I can't wait! There'll be more treasure! Treasure like I've never seen! Of course, I'll help the dragon find it all, because you know, Dragons are awfully forgetful about where they put things .." Up the steps. "They can't help it I guess..They're really, really old. I mean, I always find things old people drop, why, I remember one time?" Furzzle opened the door ?" Hi! Hello! I'm here Master Red Dragon, sir!? Bellowed into the interior.
For better or for worse, the Red Dragon was about to become home to Kender.
God speed, patrons. God speed.
As she came a" scuttling down the long road, people scattered, paled, pointed and generally gathered up as many belongings as possible before running in the opposite direction of the tiny pointed-eared-critter.
Furzzle was pleased! They ran before her in fear! Her reputation proceeded her, even here! Where ever here was, anyway. Where was here" This didn't really look like any place she'd been before, actually. Though the people looked human enough. OOoooh! What if they were all blood sucking dragons wrapped in skin! And then'they could "RAAAR"pop out of the skin at any moment! And Furzzle could save them all with a well aimed smack of her mighty Hoopak!
Her Hoopak was THE legendary Burrfoot Hoopak after all! Good thing Uncle Tasslehoff made a lot of copies, other wise there sure would be a lot of Kender without his legendary hoop"
"AK!"
Resounding crash as the Kender had walked directly into what looked like a porch. Spoons, a pewter dish, two scrolls, a small dead bat, a confused kitten, three long-dead-green carapace colored beetles and an amazing assortment of paper exploded out of the dazed Kender's pouches.
"My treasures! I must save them!" Wailed loudly into the street, a few poor witnesses may have started running even faster at this exclamation.
Scrambling down on her hands and knees, the Hoopak clattering to the ground, Furzzle scooped up her treasures quickly, stuffing them back into her pouches. And THAT was when the little Kender found herself distracted by a beautiful sign above her head.
Pausing, with both hands stuffed filled with her things, Furzzle's brown eyes went wide with wonder at the Red Dragon on the sign.
"Wwwwoooooo," lowly sounded in appreiciation. "A Red Dragon! I bet there's a Red Dragon behind the bar! Who eats mean people and serves drinks right out it's claws! OH! I wonder if they eat Kender! I bet they don't, Kender are small?" Continuing this, as the Kender scrambled now for the steps ?" I can't wait! There'll be more treasure! Treasure like I've never seen! Of course, I'll help the dragon find it all, because you know, Dragons are awfully forgetful about where they put things .." Up the steps. "They can't help it I guess..They're really, really old. I mean, I always find things old people drop, why, I remember one time?" Furzzle opened the door ?" Hi! Hello! I'm here Master Red Dragon, sir!? Bellowed into the interior.
For better or for worse, the Red Dragon was about to become home to Kender.
God speed, patrons. God speed.