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. He had been an informer and
extra muscle for a human moneylender in East Dravinar
when the Kingpriest's men had broken into the warehouse,
with magical lights and swords in their hands. The goblin
was the only one to get out through the skylight before the
vigilantes seized the rope. The screams of the thieves and
other thugs had grown faint behind him as he fled across
the rooftops to escape into the countryside. Stolen food
from farm houses had helped for a while, but the farmers,
after the first half-dozen break-ins, had been prepared for
raiders.
"Are you hungry?" the kender repeated, still waiting for
a reply. "I mean, I've got a whole deer, and the meat won't
go to waste with two to eat it. Do you want some?"
The goblin thought about it some more, fearing a trick,
but his stomach won. "Yes," he said simply, marveling at
the novelty of it all. No one had ever asked him if he was
hungry before. No one had particularly cared.
He'd just make sure the kender didn't try anything
without catching the wrong end of the machete first. Just to
be safe, he picked up the spear, too.
"Well, let's be off, then," the kender said, waving the
goblin on to join him as he set off into the woods
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