Tas’s vision vs Flint’s, Caramon’s helmet, Kender acquisitions

Tas, his quick kender eyes sweeping the crowd, gave a yell and pointed across the room. Something else hadn’t changed either—the firelight gleaming on a brightly polished, winged dragon helm.
“Who is it?” asked Flint, straining to see.
“Caramon,” Tanis replied.
…
Tasslehoff was already sliding through the muttering knots of people, his small, lithe body barely noticed by those he passed. Tanis hoped fervently the kender wasn’t “acquiring” any objects from the Inn’s customers. Not that he stole things—Tasslehoff would have been deeply hurt if anyone had accused him of theft. But the kender had an insatiable curiosity, and various interesting items belonging to other people had a way of falling into Tas’s possession. The last thing Tanis wanted tonight was trouble. He made a mental note to have a private word with the kender.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 45
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman