Tasslehoff stealing Flint’s dagger

Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath.
“I’ll get it for you,” Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over.
“No.” Tas made a face. “I don’t want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you know.”
…
“Besides,” he said, “that dagger was Flint’s!”

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 40
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman