A/N: well the longest chap so far. Sorry, I had to do a little explaining in it. Anyway, it's not as interesting as the other chaps. But...uh...yeah... well R/R please.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this chap.

For A friend

The last memory Tasslehoff Burrfoot had was a giant foot coming down on him, then he had activated the device. Everything had spun violently and then suddenly became dark leaving him with a nauseous feeling. Tas looked around in the dark wondering where the Device of Time Journeying had taken him. Seeing a beam of light shining through a hole that looked like a lock he eagerly jumped up to work on it. With a satisfying click Tas bounded out into the sunlight.

Tas easily squeezed through the barred fence that encircled the tomb Tas had been transported to. Tas, not watching where he was going, ran into someone wearing armor.

"Ouch..oh hello.." Tas said looking up at a rather ugly Solamnic knight, "My names Tasslehoff Burrfoot." he extended a friendly hand.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?!" the knight asked in shock. The knight took hold of Tas's wrist and dragged him away from the tomb.

"I was already inside. I just got out.." Tas began to explain.

"So trespassing are we?" the knight began angrily.

"No, not exactly trespassing..I'm visiting. I'm here for a funeral." Tas said cheerily.

"Who's?" the knight asked still confused.

"Caramon Majere's. I'm here to say good-bye and speak at the funeral."

"But...Caramon Majere isn't dead." the knight said dragging Tas away from the tomb.

"I know that." Tas said in annoyance, "He's going to die. Today, if I guessed right."

"You mean Caramon Majere is going to die suddenly...today.." the knight said doubtfully.

"Yes..as in kicked the bucket, pushing up daisies." Tas nodded vigorously, "and I would like to talk to him before he does this. I would really like to tell him what I'm going to say at the funeral and see if he likes it."

"You know him?" the knight laughed at the thought of a kender knowing Caramon Majere, famous hero of the lance.

"Yes, I fought with him in the War of the Lance. I just told you I'm The Tasslehoff Burrfoot. So if you'll be so kind as to take me too him."

"All you Kender are alike, all of you thinking your this Tasslefoot Hoffburr."

"That's Tasslehoff Burrfoot." Tas corrected, "and what do you mean all of us?"

"You know all kender in Krynn think he's Tassleboot."

"Tasslehoff." Tas corrected again, "Wow I didn't know I was so famous..."

"I don't know how kender don't get it. None of them seem to even know he's dead."

"I'm dead?" Tas asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, he's been dead for years." the knight continued to drag Tas along.

"Wow..I never knew... How can you be dead and alive at the same time?" then Tas realized something, "You never told me your name."

"Gerard uth Mondar." he muttered, dragging Tas to the prisons.

"That doesn't look like the Inn of the Last Home..."

"I know."

"It looks more like a prison.."

"I know." Gerard growled. Once they got inside Tas was shoved into a cell with about sixteen other kender.

"Will you tell Caramon that I'm here? Tell him about my speech and the funeral!" Tas yelled after Gerard.

Gerard's guarding hour was over. He hated being the honourary guard of the tomb of the Last Heros. At first he had been honored to do it..but the honor of it had worn off after a while. Guarding a tomb was incredibly boring. He had wanted to go to battle like real knights did like his father had. Instead he was stuck here, keeping kender our of a tomb of heros..he wanted to be a hero..remembered and honored after he was gone. Sighing, Gerard switched guard with some other poor knight who had gotten stuck with this job too.

Gerard headed over to the Inn of the Last Home to get a drink and relax. Sitting down in his usual seat he waited for Laura to come. Laura came from the kitchen with a tray of food.

She took a plate from the mass she was carrying, "Here you go Gerard." and then quickly went to the next table where numerous men were seated. Gerard began eating his dinner as Caramon cam from the kitchen.

"Evening Gerard." Caramon said sitting down across from him.

Gerard bowed his head in respect. "No need for that." Caramon said with a careless wave.

Gerard turned a little red, "Laura said you wanted to talk to me?" the aged Caramon asked curiously. Gerard couldn't remember exactly old Caramon was but he guessed he was in his late 80's at least.

"Yes I did. I ran into a kender..he said he knew you. Not to mention a whole lot of other strange stuff." Gerard explained.

"What was his name?"

"What else other than Tasslehoff Burrfoot?! Every kender in Krynn has that name now."

Caramon laughed, "Yes..but few say they know me. Where is he? Can I see him?"

"He's in the prison..I can go get him."

"No need." came Tas's high pitched voice, "That prison was very nice but had a real security problem. You can unlock the locks on the cell in 10 seconds." Tas sat down and took a piece of bread from the basket on the table.

"Hello Caramon. It's great to see you again." Tas said through a mouthful of bread.

Caramon stared at Tas in shock, "Ta..Tas? I s that really you?" Caramon reached out to touch Tas's little hand.

"Yeah..it's me. Why do you seem so surprised? Oh and by the way Caramon I'm here for your funeral. I prepared this great speech! I think you'll really like it." Tas took out a piece of paper out from one of his pouches.

"You here..for my funeral? But Tas, how?" Caramon was still baffled.

"Well I have this device..Oh well I'm not really suppose to tell anyone. Fizban told me to not tell anyone and to come right back.."

"Sir, I can remove him.." Gerard began to stand.

"No, no...I can hardly believe it but..this is the real Tasslehoff.."

"Are you sure sir?"

"Yes...positive. Only the real Tasslehoff would know Fizban."

"Well now that we have all that sorted out..hey where's Tika?" Tas looked around hoping to see her red curly hair.

"She dies some time ago.." Cara mon stood and walked over to the doorway, "I miss her so much..her smile..her cooking.." Caramon suddenly dropped to his knees.

"Caramon!" Both Tas and Gerard yelled. They quickly ran to him.

"Oh Tika...I'm coming..." Caramon paused, "Sir Gerard...?"

"Yes Sir?" Gerard asked not knowing what to do.

"Take Tas...too Dalamar...to the Tower in Palanthas.."

"But Sir the tower isn't there anymore.."

"Please take Tas to Dalamar..." Caramon choked.

"I swear. I will take him to Dalamar." Gerard said, placing his hand over his heart. Nodding, Caramon's head fell to the floor.

Gerard looked at Tas sadly as a crowd began to gather. "After the funeral.." Tas muttered quietly looking at Caramon laying still on the floor, "I'll have to go back to Fizban..but man I'll miss Caramon..he was such a good friend.." Tas brushed away his tears.

Sobbing Laura ran to her father. Gerard felt terrible, he also had a promise to hold. Where would he find Dalamar? How could he find him? Rubbing his head he walked away from the scene. He had promised something he couldn't do..but he would have to try.

"The God's help me.." Gerard muttered.