Lucky comes back along the tunnel. He looks Tilos up and down.  A tiefling, Lucky hasn't had much experience with Tieflings.  His infernal features are clearly apparent, but at least he's not a bugbear.<br/><br/>"Speaking of bugbears, did you see one? I bopped it upside the head with my hoopak," he said, waving the hooped staff around for emphasis, "but now it appears to be gone!  I bet it's being real sneaky.  There isn't much worse than bugbears, always trying to eat you."  He considered.  "Except owlbears, maybe. Owlbears are bastards."<br/><br/>He shrugged, and then smiled.  "Hi! I'm Lucky Hipweed of the Amberbottom Hipweeds.  Nice to meet you!"  Was it possible for someone that small to be so perpetually cheery?  "And this is my friend Laura Decisa! She gave me a very nice magical pouch!"  He waved the pouch in Tilos' face.  "There's lots of stuff in it, see?"  He sat the pouch down on the tunnel floor and opened it--and immediately all kinds of things spilled out.  Ranging from valuable gems to sharp-looking weapons (including a familiar-looking dagger) to obviously useless bits of feathers and shiny pebbles.  "Oops."