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"All right, then," said Toede, handing the bow and
arrow back to the know-it-all attendant, "let's keep our eyes
open for damned kender!"
With that, Toede and his hunting party continued on,
searching for kender. They saw none. Soon they were
skirting the edge of the dark pine forest, whose lower,
horizontal branches were dead, gray, and bare.
Of course no kender showed, but Toede did spot a
second stag just within the gloomy woods, drinking at the
near bank of a purling brook. "Shh," whispered Toede,
sticking out his hand for his bow and arrow;
Groag handed them over. Toede acted faster this time,
quickly nocking the arrow and pulling back on the
bowstring.
But, once again, before he could even take proper aim,
another whining scream pierced the air.
"Damn it!" roared Toede as the stag darted off,
splashing to the other side of the brook and disappearing
deeper into the woods. Toede stood straight up in his saddle
and scanned all around him. "Where are they? Where are
these blasted kender?"
"They are quite good at hiding," said Groag as if it were
too obvious to even mention. "You won't spot them so
easily."
"I won't, won't I?" said Toede, straining his eyes even
harder. "We'll see about that!" He turned to his bodyguards
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