Those Old Wizards at the Holy Tribunal should have anticipated a situation like this. Those old fellows naturally understood the temperaments of young Wizards.
Ruger tilted his head. Perhaps he could devise something: put the stone tablet somewhere relatively secure, somewhere that would inevitably give him a chance to see it and pick it up again before long, even if he had become completely immersed, forgotten the tablet existed, and settled into a happy life in this shop.
A good arrangement.
Ruger cocked his head, his eyes roaming around.
Suddenly, he looked toward a crooked shelf holding finished Alchemy Potions. It must originally have been a low shelf, but Old Lunse had extended it again and again, and there were even signs of breakage. Though it looked crooked, the storage compartments were still straight. Ruger strolled over, reached up, and gave a little hop, retrieving a length of thin cord from the top.
He looked at the cord, neither particularly long nor short, and his eyes brightened slightly.
Devise a clever way to encounter the little stone tablet again? Of course not!
He was not a competitive Kobold. Back in the cave, he had always walked close to the walls, ready to abandon his large bedroom, open on three sides, at the slightest sign of trouble. Now that he had become a Wizard and grown more capable, of course he needed to change somewhat. It was just that he felt rather uncertain about this particular matter.
He took out the Magic Plant field guide and forcibly stuffed the tablet between its pages, securing it loosely with the cord. But he did not stop there. He tore a strip of cloth from the hem of his robe and bound the book again, leaving a longer length free so he could sling