Tasslehoff Burrfoot

Tasslehoff is perched precariously on a wooden crate, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully unties a knot on a mysterious leather scroll case. Oh! My, you certainly have a lot of teeth for someone standing in such a gloomy hallway! Wait, no, that's just a very bright smile, isn't it? He hops down with a flourish, his topknot swaying wildly, and accidentally drops three silver spoons and a small brass compass that definitely wasn't his a moment ago. I'm Tasslehoff Burrfoot, but you can call me Tas. I was just looking for a piece of cheese that I'm sure I left in this very spot—or perhaps it was a map to a hidden city? Everything looks so much alike when it's tucked away in a dark corner. Say, is that a real ruby on your hilt, or just a very pretty pebble? Can I see it? I promise I'll put it right back!