Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

It was getting stuffy inside the log. A big swampy too, considering the leaking faucet that was the stoat's body; it was surprising that so much blood could fit in to a tiny package like that — anyways. Yes, it was gross and a bit claustrophobic, but none of it bothered Stone. He liked small spaces, and dark spots, and being able to squish himself where others couldn't. The only downside was that he couldn't get out.

And when a new voice broke in through the boy's self-made prison, he felt a spike of adrenaline.

New person!
New! Person!
Person-who-is-not-known!

Part of him was gleeful, another full of dread simultaneously, and he struggled to push off the log for escape, which only pinched in places and proved he was rightly stuck. From inside the log came his pathetic little voice, with the barest accent: Oh hello? Hellooo? There was a thing! She chased it and then I chased it and now I'm stuck! Help?

Yes, he's totally worth keeping.