Lost property

Mal was wandering around the docks until he noticed kenwood with a whole lotta crates, and I mean a lot of crates. "Sup kenwood. Ya busy?" Mal sheepishly asked the obviously busy kiamara.

"Of course I'm busy, you could help me and find out where some of these crates belong to." Kenwood seemingly annoyed at being interrupted during his work but at the same time relieved to have someone to help him. 

"Does that mean I can open some crates?" He asked with a sly smile on his face. Kenwood ignored him as he continued to sort out the crates. 

Mal shrugged and decided to open a large crate, surely the bigger it is the better. Boy, was he wrong. He opened the crate and a whole bunch of stale sun cookies littered the ground as the crate tipped over. 

Mal sighed heavily, "better clean this mess up." He grumbled annoyed at not finding something decent. 

He did have the decency to pack the crate of stale sun cookies back and went on a small journey to the trash. 

On his wonderful mystical journey to the disgusting smell of bin juice. He hated it but he did notice something as he was 'delivering' the stale sun cookies. Who would eat them anyway? He was wrong yet again, as a creature from the depths of the alley appeared at the smell of food. It was a vullaby of some type as it quickly snatched some cookies and ran back to the shadows. He couldn't help but notice a vullaby bait bag had been left behind, it smelled strongly of elf-ear, something that vullabies love. He decided to place it down and try to see if he could befriend one of the creatures.