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"That's right, I do. What do you think? Do you need a
guide?" The kender lowered his voice in a confidential
manner. "If you want to kill someone, for example - "
Staag rumbled threateningly, loosed the dagger at his
belt.
"Whoa! Wait! I'm not saying you do. I'm not saying
you don't. But I can take you to a place I know where you
can do whatever you need to do and no one will be the
wiser."
"In exchange for what?" Tigo asked.
The kender snorted. "For my life!"
Keli's heart sank. Whatever that wink had been, it
certainly hadn't been an expression of solidarity.
Tigo shook his head, baring his teeth in a deadly smile.
"What's your bond, kender? What will keep you from
sneaking off in the middle of the night, leaving us with
daggers in our backs?"
Staag laughed then, thunder and nightmare. Keli's
stomach turned weakly. "The same thing that keeps him
here now, Tigo. Loose his feet so he can walk, but keep his
hands tied and him on a short rein."
Keli shifted away from the kender. This was no fellow
prisoner now, but one in league with these two who, for
some reason Keli could not figure out, wanted to kill him.
He squeezed his eyes shut against a cold wash of despair
and only partly heard the argument between Tigo and the
goblin about whether the kender's pouches should be rifled
now or later
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