Since I stole my Uncle’s first button, I have a compulsion to steal more. It’s not so much that I need buttons, it’s just I have to have them. Maybe it’s my need to fill the void that my mother left when she disappeared, or just that I have a sick twisted humor. What ever the reason by the time I reached Durgis Rock I had a nice stash of halfling buttons and one or two gnome buttons. I had been in town less than an hour and I had already acquired one of my most prized buttons ever. The wrist button from the Dor’Thain’s jacket.
A few days after my arrival there was a large what to do about the missing family jewel. It was said it was made from pure gold mined by the Dor’Thain’s great-great-great-great-grand dad. I don’t know about all that, but I knew it was pretty and shiny and it was mine. Dwarves and villagers a like were murmuring about the Button Bandit and where would the fiend strike next.
I thought it all quite funny until Cort came to question me. I looked at him like I always looked at my Uncle and said, “I dunno.” That wasn’t good enough for him, he searched me thoroughly which made me giggle, his beard was quite ticklish. That infuriated Cort, he such a serious person. He yelled at me and I just gave him the most innocent look I could give. That seemed to anger him even more. He told me to spill out my belongings, which I did with mild protest. He bent over to search through my things and I saw a button dangle off his left boot, I had to take it. He almost caught me, but he must have been so angry with me he really wasn’t paying much attention. A few days later his boot slipped off and tried to find the missing button in the mud. The Button Bandit struck again. I just giggled when I heard about it. The will never find my button stash.
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