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. "We live good, bellies full now, but food gone
when rain come. You say you hungry in cold rain, hunting
bad. He hungry, too. What you feed him, eh? You like him
chew off leg?"
The heated argument continued unabated for several
minutes. Finally, the goblin cursed and turned his back on
the kender, walking the two miles back to the cave where
they lived. Damn the little bastard! Did he want to start a
city out here in the forest? The fool was not thinking with
his head. The minotaur was more dangerous than a
company of city guardsmen. The goblin once saw a chained
minotaur bite off the arm of its slave overseer, though it
knew it would be killed for its crime. The minotaur had
roared with laughter until the massed humans had beaten it
unconscious with clubs before dragging it away to its fate.
The goblin fumed and stamped around the cave, finally
realizing it was cold. The kender had always gathered wood
in the evening while the goblin sharpened their weapons
and relaxed. Everything had been just fine until now. The
goblin knew how to use the fire-starter bow, but he didn't
know where the kender found all the wood for the fire pit.
When he went outside, all he could see were sticks and
leaves, no burning wood
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