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. "Mind
the pit. It took me a week to make all the stakes."
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"We really should go back and bury the human at some
point," the kender said, kicking through a big pile of brown
leaves. "I mean because of the wild dogs and wolves and
things. And the smell, too. I don't live here, so it wouldn't
bother me much, but I have some pits here, after all, and
there are always humans about, you know. I wonder if
anyone will miss him - the man, I mean. No one ever seems
to miss us, people like you and me. The humans have each
other to look after. We have no one. We just have to stay
alive when the humans come. That's the way it's always
been, hasn't it? My parents told me it wasn't, but I learned
different. They said some humans were nice. I never saw
the nice ones. Maybe my parents were telling me a story,
right? They always used to tell me stories about heroes and
dragons and ghosts and elves. They told some good ones.
Do you know some stories to tell? I bet you do, the way
you handled your sword. I was sure glad to see you, even if
I had the pit ready. You never know what might happen. I
found a wolf in one of my pits once and I nearly fell in
looking at him
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