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. My father always said that. He was
smart."
The deer carcass lay on a hillside among a pile of
leaves. A broken arrow shaft protruded from the space
behind the deer's front left shoulder; a bow leaned against a
nearby tree. The deer had been cut half open, and flies
swarmed about the entrails. The kender searched in the
leaves for a moment, bent down to pick up a long-bladed
knife with a bone handle. The goblin tensed, but the kender
merely sat down by the deer to finish dressing it.
The kender continued talking throughout the whole
process. His easy patter about the forest and its secrets were
of more than passing interest to the goblin, who suspected
that he might have to live in the wilderness for some time
to come. The kender had obviously lived here long and had
learned much.
In the back of his mind, the goblin knew that one of
these days it might be necessary to kill the kender,
particularly if food became too scarce to be shared. Until
then, he would listen and learn, and would watch his back
just in case the kender's syrupy friendship turned out to be
as false as a human's.
The goblin watched his back, and the kender talked and
talked. The kender borrowed the goblin's things, and the
goblin took them away again
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