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. They
grabbed the buck by its antlers and dragged it back before
Toede.
"Now," said Toede, gesturing impatiently in the
direction of his highly prized prisoners, "release them."
The hobgoblins holding the net tilted it, and out plopped
the two small beings. They dusted their similar red leggings
and white tunics, and Kronin adjusted his furry vest.
"Now," continued Toede, slowly unfolding his plan,
"chain them to the carcass!"
The kender looked at each other in some confusion as
two hobgoblins quickly obeyed, chaining a slender wrist
from each kender to a separate broad antler. The kender
raised their arms questioningly, hefting the head of the dead
animal.
Toede slapped his hands together. "Now, then, my
pointy eared pests, I will give you a head start."
"A head start?" repeated Kronin.
"That's right," said Toede. "And when I feel you've gone
a fair distance, I will release these hounds and hunt you
down and kill you. What have you got to say to that?"
Kronin smiled broadly with realization. "Oh, I do love a
good game," he said, looking up at the fat hobgoblin who
regarded him with such contempt.
"Then you're in luck!" came back Toede, trying to sound
as glib as the kender leader
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