When I was 2 or 3 years old, my parents’ D&D group nicknamed me The Hobbit Thief. Apparently I had been sneaking up to the table, and stealing dice for quite some time. I would then stuff the dice in my mouth or pockets and go hide them under my bed. My mother found a stash of 20-30 dice one day while she was cleaning the house.
I’m a kender. It’s in my name. Mom also had to replace all the exterior locks on the house with double key deadbolts to keep me inside, because at the age of around a year and a half, I taught myself how to pick locks.
I might misunderstand, but “double key deadbolt” just means there’s a keyway on both sides of the door. This shouldn’t prevent a small human from picking the lock to get out…
When I was 2 or 3 years old, my parents’ D&D group nicknamed me The Hobbit Thief. Apparently I had been sneaking up to the table, and stealing dice for quite some time. I would then stuff the dice in my mouth or pockets and go hide them under my bed. My mother found a stash of 20-30 dice one day while she was cleaning the house.
Sounds like goblin behaviour to me!
I’m a kender. It’s in my name. Mom also had to replace all the exterior locks on the house with double key deadbolts to keep me inside, because at the age of around a year and a half, I taught myself how to pick locks.
You could pick a lock at a year and a half? I could barely pick my nose at that age.
I might misunderstand, but “double key deadbolt” just means there’s a keyway on both sides of the door. This shouldn’t prevent a small human from picking the lock to get out…
They are more complex than the ones I could pick at a year and a half. They stopped me until I was 5