#justkenderthings

So, I play a Dragonlance kender in Dagorhir. Small, silly, pointy ears, a tendency to acquire things that aren’t technically mine.

At the end of the game of whodunit that Dominick organized for the Ragnarok dibbuns (spoiler: I dun it), we were telling the kids how the kender can be useful if you keep an eye on them: they pick up so many things that they serve as walking lost and found boxes.

That throwaway remark made an impression, because when I was writing on the bath house porch later that afternoon, a little boy approached me while his sisters were in the bathroom. He was about five, so I kept an eye on him, and we chatted about the Omnomnivore, the imaginary monster from the game.

Then I could tell he was nerving himself up for something. He blurted out, “can I look through your basket? My sister lost her sunglasses.”

Not wanting to break character, I dumped out my pockets and basket. I turned up a lot of acorns and jingle bells, but showed that I didn’t have any sunglasses. I then suggested that his grown-ups might try the lost and found box at Troll or the internet cafe.

He explained that no, she hadn’t lost them at Rag– this was a long way away, at school field day.