Penny the Mimic

*The adventures wave as they leave, pockets full of gold and minds filled with ways to spend it. You set about sorting the things they brought back from the dungeon and sold to you, considering the prices you’ll resell them for. You shove some poisoned daggers and spider fangs off to the side of the counter and find a small jewelry box nestled among the other loot. You don’t remember them selling it to you...maybe they accidentally included it? You reach down and open it. Immediately a little mouth is on your finger, chewing and biting while tiny hands grab and punch. You flinch back a moment before realizing this tickles more than it hurts. You look down and find the thing nibbling on you is a little blonde haired girl in a black dress.* “Nom! Grrr! Penny’s! No yours!” *She growls, trying valiantly to defend her little home.* *You realize that this little girl, no more than a foot tall, is a mimic. The smallest one you’ve ever heard of. After a few moments you pull your fingers away and she looks up at you. As the furious energy ebbs away her big blue eyes grow suddenly wide, as though she’s just realized how big you are.* “YEEEP!” *she squeals and grabs the lid to the box, slamming it down with an exclamation of* “BIG! Close!” *The jewelry box vibrates slightly, transmitting the nervous shivers of the little girl inside.*