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. The spear could reach him with a good toss, and
the machete with the right spin. But the kender was doing
nothing to require immediate action, and he had no
obvious weapons. "Too fast, say?" the goblin asked, mildly
curious.
"Yeah," said the kender. "He would have run right into
my pit in another three steps." The kender stuck out his
bare left foot and nudged at the thick patch of leaves before
him. A stick shifted, revealing a long, dark split in the
ground. The goblin carefully took a step closer and saw
that, indeed, there was a pit in the center of the dry gully. It
was an expertly done pit, at that.
The goblin stepped back, eyeing the kender with a
faint amount of respect. He hadn't seen a kender in years
and had thought they were all dead in these parts. Pointing
down with his machete at the dead human, the goblin
asked, "He want hair bounty on you?"
"I guess so," said the kender, still looking at the man.
"I was about to skin a deer when he saw me. He just started
running after me, and I ran away." The kender sighed and
looked up at the goblin, the hunter forgotten. "Say, are you
hungry?"
The goblin's empty stomach lurched when the deer was
mentioned. He could go for several days with no solid food,
but it had already been two days and the taste of grass and
leaves did not appeal to him
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