It all started when the Kender stepped out
from the shadows. He stood about 3 feet, 9 inches tall. He wore nothing
but a tunic and a pair of britches. He ran up behind the Dwarf and
slipped his hand into the Dwarf's pack. The Dwarf, in shock, turned
around, finding the Kender digging through his pack. The Kender snapped
back and rushed away.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
the Dwarf asked, quite angry.
"Nothing. I, uh, dropped something. Yeah,
that's it! I dropped something," came the small reply.
The dwarf shook his head, "No, I think
not." He picks up his huge, double-sided axe, a battle axe, and
raises it.
At the sight of the axe, the Kender tucked
behind a guy wearing a green robe held close. "Ahh! Save me, save
me, save me!"
The Dwarf paused for a moment and said,
"Come on! You can come out. I won't hurt you that
much."
"No! No, you mean, ugly thing! NO!"
the Kender shouted, hiding again behind the green robe.
