Glaive was out and about collecting discarded objects that could be made useful for his size. A twine of string could serve as rope, a dusty toothpick was now a makeshift sword, and a cotton ball would make a nice pillow. Glaive stuffed these objects into his knapsack which he had stitched together out of cloth fragments. The toothpick he kept on hand though. He was just about to head back home when he noticed something sparkling underneath a park bench. Glaive was unable to resist anything that sparkled or shone in the sunlight, such objects were rare to find and more often than not they were beautiful.<br/>Glaive scurried over to the object and discovered it was a large whitish orb.<br/>"A pearl!" Glaive exclaimed. "Probably one of those plastic necklace ones, but who cares." He stuffed the pearl into the tight confines of his knapsack; tiring himself out in the process. With a yawn he threw the knapsack back onto his back.<br/>"It looks like I'm not the only one whose tired." Glaive said as he noticed someone sitting down on the bench.