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. "Prepare
yourselves for the kender!"
The two hobgoblins looked at each other, then, if a little
reluctantly, let the dead deer lay where it fell. They rode
obediently back to Toede's side.
Suddenly the dark hounds around Toede began barking
furiously and straining at their leashes, testing the strength
of the scrawny slaves holding them. Straight ahead,
breaking from the forest with the other game, were two
small beings running from the beaters and chattering to
each other and not at all looking where they were going.
"What have we here?" Toede chuckled smugly, sticking
his hand out for his bow and arrow; Groag handed them
over. "The dogs shall have some kender meat tonight!"
Toede nocked the arrow and drew back the bowstring. He
squinted and aimed, sticking his red tongue out the corner
of his mouth.
But just when the two kender were within range, Toede
relaxed the bow. "No," he said as a contorted smile spread
across his face. "No, I have a better idea - a much better
idea . . ." He savored the thought a moment and nodded
approvingly. He turned to his bodyguards. "Catch them!"
The bodyguards spurred their ponies and galloped off.
They were almost on top of the kender before the little
people knew what was happening
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