The fox and the hound.

Old robes and a hood covering his head, he sat in a meditative pose, in the middle of a dark, damp dungeon. Creaking of doors in the distance signified someone entering. The boots echoed down the long passage, as they made their way down this wing. Lavender turned to look into his cell, and back at her clipboard(they're very official looking you know).
"Mungus, you have hereby been imprisoned for loitering, being in possession of a illegal artifact, and for being in connection to both the forsaken prince, and the pirate captain Jasmine. What does the Fox plead?"
With a slight shift the head looked up, a slight glint coming out from beneath the hood.
RINGRINGDINGADING! came forth from the artifact in Lavender's pocket. She reached in and the strange artifact was now all a lit with lights.
"Excuse me, but I believe that's for me." The fox said, standing up, and casually walking out of the cell, as if it weren't locked.
The guards shifted to a defensive stance, spears raised in case of attack. Lavender stayed them, curious what the fox had in mind, handing over the artifact.
"Yes? What is it? I'm busy at the moment. Ugh, I told you, right at the knotted tree, left at the dancing squirrel. It couldn't have been that hard to remember could it?." Ending the conversation he turned his attention back towards Lavender, "Now, where were we?"
Steeling herself, "A magical artifact? That'll also add to your sentence. You should know magic has been outlawed."
"Ah, but this isn't any ordinary magic! It's an abacus, an infinite torchlight, it can even play card games! So how about it, 20 gold, and it'll be yours."
"You forget fox, you handed it back to me."
"Yes, yes, now that you mention it, I suppose I could give it up for 10 gold and a copper."
"Come with me," she said, clamping on a pair of irons. "We're headed down town to see the sorcerer."
He was seated in the middle of a caged wagon, surrounded by guards and his personal escort Lavender.
"Lavender, Lavender, where have I heard that name before...?" He mumbled to himself, "You wouldn't be the daughter of the esteemed leathersmith [name  here] would you?"
A little red in the face she blasted, "That's none of your business!"
Upon entering the center of the village, a commotion broke out, various animals up for sale started making a racket, people started coming out to investigate, and fights started breaking.
"Carry on," She commanded the driver.
"I can't sir, the road has been blocked."
"You know, I could get out and see what the problem is." Offered the fox.
"No, you're likely to have caused it." She ordered a handful of guards to get out and investigate.
They quickly returned with word that Jasmine was causing the ruckus.
She couldn't leave the fox unattended, but the chance to capture Jasmine was hard to ignore. Issuing an order to a soldier to watch the fox, she and the rest waded through the crowds towards the market. Spreading out searching for the pirate. It wasn't long before she found her nemesis, but at that instant, she found her too. Jasmine split, and Lavender followed. Down side alleys, and through barns, but by the edge of the village, Jasmine was gone, and Lavender had nothing to show for it, but a strange coin. Heading back to the wagon, and things went from bad to worse. The fox was gone, and the guard was unconscious in the irons of the fox.