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. The elf's fine
clothing, too light for the weather, had been deliberately cut
and ripped to shreds.
"You listening to me?" the blond man demanded. His
right hand gripped the elf's hair and pulled the prisoner's
head up and back. "Anything getting through your pointy
ears? Why were you trailing us, elf? What were you after?"
The elf started to mumble through thick, puffy lips. His
knees had given out, and he hung upright only because he
was tied in place.
The goblin chewed his lower lip. An elf and some
rangers. Great. Two of a goblin's worst possible enemies.
Maybe there should be a dwarf here, too, just to round
things out. But it looked like there soon would be one less
elf, and that was fine with the goblin. Damn shame the
rangers had probably robbed their victim first. This day was
nothing but bad pickings all around.
"The elf said something about a sword," said the
massively built, dark-haired man standing nearby. He
sounded uncertain. "Didn't the captain find a long sword, a
ceremonial thing of some kind, in a box with that elf the
boys caught yesterday?"
"I thought he said sword, too," said the woman with
them. She had the plainest face the goblin had ever seen on
a human, but she was heavily muscled, too, with short,
stringy hair the color of old hay
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