Hello dropping in this character has been in two other Dragonlance story. Which means you can see how I play. I know not all games need Kender. If you think I would be a good addition I would be happy to give it a go.
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Ummmmm . . . Kender? A kender who plays a charming, scamp that isn't all about stealing from them all the time. Oh here's your stuff you dropped.
Ummmmm . . . Kender?
Thank you all for a fun time.
"Nah she wants us to keep moving away from the scary place and toward fancy library."
"Ahhh sure. Rats like paper. Books have paper. I think you're good!" Bander turns away eyes rolling.
"No toward the library not the 'scary' tower." He makes air quotes and a scrunches his face as if the word scary is strange to him.
Bander looks about, "Umm weren't we on our way toward it."
Bander reached up for the elf's wrist so his weight wasn't on his hair. he swung in the direction of the tug and smiled as moved.
"Its like creepy sure. But don't you want to know what's inside."
"Oh yes when we bumped I think your hankie got caught on me." Bander passes the handkerchief back with a bit of the spice in its folds.
Bander looks about. If not corralled actively:
Bander flutters from shop window to cart to investigate smells he keeps a loose orbit of the companions but gets to know the city.
As more of the dark tower came into view. "Ooooooo its a creep black tower. Do you think the city grew up around the sickening tower or if the tower was built after the city was here. Can't imagine one allowing the other. I wonder what's inside."
"Tim?" Bander says with a shrug.
Bander shivers at the rotten apple. As the first person comes up and starts asking about far off continents. Bander moves closer, "Wow that does sound interesting. Yeah not south too cold." Even as he agrees with the man suggesting different points to sail for he sees something that catches his eye.
He reaches over but the man's sudden turn as the elf comes up to give us directions Bander's wayward hand is nowhere near the item when the man's hip slames him in the forehead and Bander moves out of the way. He sputters, "Uh excuse me. Out of eyeline isn't always out of the way." He offers as a polite excuse for being bumped. His effort to make the man feel better for almost knocking him over already more on his mind than what was in his effects.
Bander leans over and says to Echo, "So much hate and tension for each other they aren't even kicking our way."
"Maybe the book says."
Stunned for a moment Bander looks around, "Aren't black robes bad. I mean Eveel like the froo-its of the dark lady." He looks toward the dark robed elf and starts to object for Duatha's sake, "Now see . . ." He is cut off by the sharp pop. He starts ever so slightly. Surely a startle, Kender have not the wisdom for fear.
Take care of yourself.
"Echo is right. Food! Cooked food not foraged leaks and jerky. Actual food. Um Rat . . . have you considered the far superior meat of pigeon, left over horse, no. If you find a street with boarded windows you can find a rat vendor." "Agar?" He looks puzzled.
Looks up with both hands full of pilfered items. He says "Huh."
Take what time you need.
"They just plumb fell out." He looks at Fuma then adds, "I was over there when it happened."
Bander scrunches up his face and waves away the idea of a curse, "People say that Kender are cursed and that almost never seems true to us."
Once Bander is somewhat sure that there is nothing on the edges of the camp attacking them. He will more closely investigate the mules, "Did we push them too hard? I heard of these people with hollow reeds they would spit needles at enemies sometimes with poison on them."
Bander shrugs and turns in a circle looking for anything a miss. He readies his hoopak.
"Ah not Winkin and Blinkin." He looks about trying to figure what's happening.
Unless actively silenced it can be assumed that Bander talks always and constantly about anything and the book being so interesting and all he likely has brought it up.
Bander looks a little dejected but relents.
"Well I could go and do AAAAALLLL the socializing for everyone. I can be quite charming." He leans in and says the last bit with a wink.
"Trouble!?! . . . Pfff. You know I wasn't the only one pulled in to court 9 times. I mean I know I didn't steal anything." He points waving his finger at everyone implying anyone else might have.
Bander looked stunned, "Again! but it might be full of . . ." He looked away some what defeated. "So bored."
"But he almost got to three! I will go help unload . . ." A few moments later the sound of crashing and clanging as a mess kit tumbles from the cart along with several items a distracted voice rings out, "Sorry." Later as the past the town, Bander looked at the settlement like a new toy, " . . . but I have never been HERE."
Bander volunteers for a watch shift if anyone trusts a Kender's attention span. As he readies his sleeping spot as far from gully stink as he can without appearing to be rude. He comments to the others readying for sleep, "He's a real twitchy one."
As he plops down he pulls out a book small by human eyes and tries to make sense of it. As he reads out loud quietly its clear he is reading from a poem of Mishakel. "The Great Mother longs to hold you under her wing as a hen her chicks . . ." He looks up and locks eyes with Fuma, "I think you dropped this while we were setting camp." He closes the book gingerly and passes it back to the human.
"Nah its 'mine-tar'."
"Echo, good to meet your. Oh man why am I crying."
Bander sits in the wagon and dips his nose inside his shirt trying to deal with the smell. "Perhaps with the injury it might be good to ge our new friend cleaned up. Ah new friend what's your name?" Bander looks to the gully dwarf.
Limited contact internet is out. Should get it back tomorrow evening
Bander gives the gully dwarf the wand back and gives him some rations. "Here's some jerky and trail mix."
Bander cleans off the wand and his hands from the bit of sticky grime that it came with. "Hey look a pointy thing." Bander looks confused, "This guy doesn't look like a teacher. Why does he have a pointer." Realizing that he is talking about someone in front of someone he looks up at the gully dwarf, "Strange this thing stuck to my hand while we were helping you into the wagon."
In the course of meeting the gully dwarf and getting him 'help' Bander reached into a pouch. The attempt was subtle and unkown to most however. As he withdrew his hand it was covered in a sort of goo. He scraped his hand on the side of the wagon and made a sour face.
Bander sniffs his pits tilts his head and considers. He shrugs with an agreeing look.
"It smells funny. Whatever it is. Ah um even if we diddn't see you there we could smell you and that's our wagon. Come on out."
Bander shrugs, "Well we could split. Sounds like a horrible idea but two goals. The fast team could get on hand and witness confirmation and the slow team can do the job and get paid and not end up wanted for failing a job."
"Well even if we arrive late. We can ask about and confirm that they arrived when the book declared."
"Wait shouldn't the book have everything."
"What does it say about the bar fight?" He holds up a hand to Torin for a high five.
Bander holds up a hand and counts his fingers points over his shoulder sidelong counts his fingers again, "Oh yeah we are going to Palnthus already." He chuckles, "Sooner works for me but do we leave now in the middle of the night?"
"Let's finish our job then we can visit Palanthus."
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