An adorable set of small puppies went after King Kormwind's tail, Wraithvine's clothes, Gikka's tail, and were trying to chase and play with Birbrid and Lilbit. The caretaker apologized as they were trying to care for, and find homes for, this sweet pack of little strays. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Two of these people are in different times and continents. AUGH! Quick thinking: Doesn't have to be King Kormwind IX, doesn't have to be the Gikka already established]
King Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, fourteenth of the name, had wandered off the proscribed path of the Grand Tour. Thus cementing generations of family tradition. Summarised by his four-greats grandfather's assertion and advice that, "the beaten path is boring. Find the corners they want to hide, it's way more interesting."
Were it not for the golden device tangled on his horns, he'd appear like any other highborn Hellkin wandering about with gormless curiosity. It was a very good act.
It would take an expert eye to spot him sneaking coins into the pyg jars or tip jars of the more common folk. It would take a special kind of expert to spot that very same Hellkin working small magics to benefit those in need. A little druidry here, a little wizardry there, some artificing by request, and so on. Hellkin could, after all, imbue magic into runes with the tip of their own tails.
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