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. Long
yellow teeth gleamed dully against its thick lips.
Trying to pretend he hadn't been caught off guard, the
goblin nodded at the beast. Suddenly the idea of having a
live minotaur in the cave did not look as good as it had
earlier. The goblin could almost feel the monster's
enormous teeth tear into his flesh. The minotaur made no
move to get up, and the goblin took care of a few minor
chores with an air of forced casualness. The minotaur must
be very weak to skip a live meal. The goblin made his
decision.
Chores finished, the goblin walked over to the fire pit
and carefully sawed off a piece of venison with his
machete. Very slowly, he moved over to the minotaur and
knelt down near its scarred, long-homed head. He could see
no readable expression on the creature's bestial face.
If this worked, they would have a new ally. The goblin
was sure that the minotaur would eventually kill both the
kender and himself if they weren't careful or if it went
hungry. But the goblin had worked with the strong and
brutal all his life, and he knew the value of strength in
numbers. He hoped the minotaur knew this lesson, too. At
least the minotaur wasn't a human. It was poor consolation,
but in these days, it helped
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