I walked out the doorway to the east. Fooruman was in this hallway, staring intently at the ceiling. "Ah, Mr. Fawriel, glad you could join me."
"Hello Archmage Fooruman!" Uberbob greeted brightly. The wizard ignored him.
I decided that I should check the sleeping bag I found earlier for any hidden... anything. I unrolled the bag and looked deep down into it. Sadly, it looked to contain nothing. Failing that, I thought oddly like I should give Uberbob a bag of chips.
"Uberbob," I addressed, "here. Take this bag of chips."
"Fawriel..." he said, looking down at the bag, eyes wide open, "this is an item. Are you sure you just want to give it away like this? To me?"
"Yeah. You... deserve it. Or something."
"Wow, thanks Faw!" he exclaimed, taking the bag and hugging me. "I'll love it forver and name it Bagsworth."
Some part of me wanted to cuddle up with the sleeping bag. That part I felt I could say no to even without Araches slapping me.
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