After his warehouse had been burnt to a crisp, Smudge really needed to find a more permanent place to crash, which is why he'd asked none other than his Motley mate, the one and only Degnar , although truth be told its probably best there was only one. Smudge wasn't too sure what would happen if there were two.
It'd help the rat population, for sure.
Reaching the spot where he knew to meet his partner in crime, Smudge had the very few possessions he owned slung over his shoulder in the guitar case. Pacing in small circles, Smudge kept an eye, two ears and a pair of rather effective nostrils out for the Darkling to greet him.