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"Shh," hissed Toede as Groag handed him his bow and
an arrow. "No one make a sound."
From atop Galiot, Toede nocked the arrow and pulled
back on the bowstring, his red tongue poking out the comer
of his mouth as he concentrated on his aim.
But before he could release the arrow, a sudden screaming
whine pierced the air, startling the stag. The creature spun
around, crashed into the outlying underbrush of the woods,
and disappeared. Then ensued a series of muffled, skittering
noises that receded into the distance.
"Damn it!" shouted Toede, his pink eyes reddening. He
spun in his saddle toward his bodyguards. "Who did that?
Come on! Speak up!"
The hobgoblin guards shrugged and looked at each other
stupidly.
"The noise did not come from our party," said Groag,
sounding typically haughty.
"Oh? Then who from?" asked Toede.
"A kender," said Groag. "Perhaps more than one. The
sound was made by a hoopak, of course."
"Kender!" snapped Toede, his eyes darting about the
field and woods. "I should have known! I bet they're the
ones who've been poaching in my forest!"
"I wouldn't be surprised," said Groag, though in fact he
was indeed surprised to learn that their quest for poachers
might have real results
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