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. The flames
passed right over the heads of the two hobgoblins edging
their way backward. Tossing their spears in the air, they
fled in opposite directions.
The dragon's flames were so loud that they drowned out
Toede's squeals.
Groag, standing several paces away from Toede, could
only watch in horror, his torn robes slowly being singed.
And when at long last the flames stopped, all he could see
remaining of his master was his red-hot, glowing armor,
partly melted, lying on the ground.
The dragon roared victoriously, causing pine needles to
rain from the trees. Then, using a front claw, the dragon
swatted the irritating arrow from between its nostrils and
slowly crawled back into its cave, the deer-carcass bracelet
disappearing with it, followed by the dragon's own tapering,
spiked tail.
In the ensuing silence, Groag, pine needles covering his
head and shoulders, stood alone, gawking at where Toede
had been ranting only moments before. After a moment
more, he was finally able to move his legs a bit. About to
slink back into the forest, he heard an odd sound - a sort of
high-pitched, squeaky laugh ter. He stopped and looked to
see where it was coming from.
His eyes fell upon two small beings perched on the
rocky hill, just over the entrance to the cave
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