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le vagabonde often passes through Balrog Cuttings and stays for a while at a corner table in the White Horse of Rohan. then he gets a strange look in his eyes, stares at himself in his beer, and mutters to the flickering shadows on the floor: 'i reckon i'll be off one of these days.'
then the search for vagabond's boots begins. ever since they had a wandering spell performed on them, the little footwares have been a trask to find, always teuncing off in the strangest directions. once they were found on top of Sunset Mountain, another time in Morwen's CHOKLIT storage chamber, filled to the brim with stolen goodies. no charges were filed, since the CHOKLIT hadn't actually been taken *out* of the store (Tamf's case when she was found sleeping atop a heap of MOM's CHOKLIT chip cookies acted as a precedent).
when vaga has been properly rebooted, he puts his feet on his shoulders and zooms into the pub, to get some provisions for the journey, as he says. the provisions well inside, he staggers off, guided only by the stars, the roads, and his instinctive knack of getting into trouble.
sometimes vagabond chooses to go together with a group of like-minded tramps, othertimes not. great rumours are told of the 'bond, none of which shall be retold on this site - i am a decent dragon, i am. but let it not be said that vagabond has no sole; the picutre below is clear evidence of the opposite.