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"In the gods' names, don't kill me! I was after the kender!
Please, get a me a healer! I'll give you anything, anything at
all, but please don't kill me!"
The goblin snorted gently and looked down at the
hunter. "Get priest? What you think maybe priest do for me
when I knock door, eh? Think maybe priest say, 'Hey,
goblin, here silver for you. Be good, you go home?' "
"Don't kill me!" The man sobbed, tears running down
his face. The pain in his leg was unearthly, and the blood
just kept coming out. "Please don't kill me. Please."
The goblin hefted the spear, feeling its balance, then
gripped it hard in both hands and upended it, ramming it
into the hunter's abdomen, pushing it through and twisting
it until the man's last screams and spasms had passed and
his head fell back on the leaves, his mouth and eyes open
forever.
The goblin jerked out the spear and stuck it in the ground.
He recovered his machete and wiped it off on the hunter's
stained trousers, then stood up and looked at the kender
again. The kender was on his feet down in the gully, staring
at the dead human.
"Rats," said the kender. "You got him too quickly."
The goblin lifted his chin, judging the distance to the
kender
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