(Verasaille, hope you don't mind if I crash this party!)
Lucky Hipweed was a kender, and like all kenders, gravitated naturally to the profession of Thief, although, like all kenders, didn't think of
themselves as thieves. Rather, they considered themselves "picker-ups of unconsidered trifles" and were generally drawn to anything that was: a.) shiny b.) magical, or c.) pretty. It wasn't their fault that the intersection of said qualities tended to converge only in the items that were the most valuable, or that their owners tended to adopt a rather sour view of their rather liberal policy of borrowing things and then conveniently forgetting to return them to their rightful places after they were done. Kenders were viewed in exasperation as a plague, although if they were, they were, perhaps, the most cheery, happy-go-lucky plague ever to infect the multiverse.
Tapping his hoopak on the ground with every step, he hummed a jaunty tune to himself, the lyrics of which he couldn't quite remember, except for the last line--"and then he dropped his drawers!" --which he sung as hard as he could, perhaps to compensate for his memory deficiency.
Hum, hum, hum, went Lucky. Hum, hum. "AND THEN HE DROPPED HIS DRAWERS!"
He smiled, very pleased with himself, until he noticed the cave. It seemed like any other cave, crossed with spiderwebs and brush, but for the sign--DANGER! DO NOT ENTER! Of course, this immediately piqued his curiosity and he had to enter the cave to see what it was that someone had felt it necessary to post a sign warning about.