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. Beneath the
rocks something yelped, and the pile of stone shuddered.
"Well, you may have the chance to see some more, if
that's what you want. There's something else up there -
quite a distance away, but definitely up the path. It might
be another ogre... maybe several. They tend to come
in bunches, you know."
"No, I didn't know."
"Kind of like goblins," the kender said. 'You hardly
ever find one goblin without finding a lot of goblins.
Which reminds me, I thought for a minute up there that I
could smell goblins. Have you ever smelled goblins?"
"Not intentionally. What do they smell like?"
"Oh, I don't know." The kender pondered it, finding
the challenge interesting. "They smell like, uh, maybe a
sort of a mixture of fresh manure and dead frogs. I don't
know. Goblins smell like goblins. Anyway, you don't
generally find ogres and goblins in the same place at the
same time. That's why I was surprised to smell goblins."
Chane made a final pass from one end of the rockfall
to the other, but found no opening large enough to reach
the buried ogre with more than just the tip of his sword.
The kender, watching him, went to one of the cracks the
dwarf had already tried and inserted the butt-end of his
hoopak, then plunged it downward as hard and as deep
as he was able
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