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"I said bring him over here, Staag." Tigo glanced at
Keli, who shivered despite the close heat of the summer
morning. "And the boy, too."
A bull, the kender had called the goblin, and bull-strong
he was. He tossed the kender over one shoulder, Keli over
the other and, with no thought, he dropped them next to
Tigo.
Breathless, Keli lay still where he fell. The kender, his
face in the dirt, snarled another insult.
"Let's just kill the kender and get it over with," Staag
grunted. "We should have slit his throat at the tavern and
got done with it."
"Aye," Tigo drawled. "And left him bleeding all over
the place for anyone to find. I don't think this one traveled
alone."
Staag snorted. "Since when do these little vermin travel
in company? Tigo, we waste time." He peered up through
the forest's brooding green canopy. "It's almost noon and
we're still too close to that village. Let's just kill him and the
boy and get OUT of here!"
Keli clamped his teeth down on a whimper and prayed
to every god his mother had told him was real.
"Be patient, you'll have your fun. But we're not going
to kill the boy yet." Tigo, his hands thief-light, slipped a
finely tooled leather map case from the kender's shoulder
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