Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

The intensity of the girl's stare was one thing, but the way she sliced in to him with her words was another altogether. Stone felt like he might spontaneously combust or something, and in a frenzy he tried to explain himself.

I'm so so so so sorry, really, I was walkin' through -- or, uh, by, I guess, and I smelled something really gross. I was havin' fun tryin' to find the thing, whatever the thing was that stunk, so I didn't really see where I was goin' or nothin'. But then there was the screechy thing! And then you! His eyes lit up as he told this tale, forgetting his humility for a moment. And it was all screeee! but you were like, snap snap! pow!! And then -- well, the log. His paws fanned the air as if to motion at the log, etc etc, because she knew the rest.

Stone took another deep breath and added: I didn't mean to trespass. I get excited sometimes — and I couldn't leave the screechy thing with you! I wanted to catch it. You can keep it, its not mine obviously, and maybe that'll make up for.... The crime? He was hopeful of that at least. The last thing Stone wanted was a pair of angry adults glowering at him for the rest of his life.