I once dreamed I was a kender, and I never stole anything. Kenders never steal anything. That ring that was so important to that black robed wizard was falling out of his pocket. What, did he want me to let it fall on the ground and thwart his plans for world domination? I didn't think so. So I put it in a safer place, my left coat pocket. Robe pockets are so loose I don't know how mages ever manage to keep anything. (Especially when they keep a kender as a slave.)


