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"Hey, elf!" yelled the thin, blond man, his mouth
against the elf's left ear. The elf winced and tried to turn his
head away. "Hey, can you hear me? Did you want that
pretty sword with the gems on it? Was that what you
wanted?"
When no response came, the blond man slammed his
fist into the elf's abdomen. The three humans waited as the
elf vomited and choked and gasped for air.
"This is taking all day," said the woman. "We gotta get
back to the troops. We should just take this sword and sell
it to the clerics in Istar, make our fortune! Either gut him
here or take him with us."
"Shhh!" said the blond man. He leaned close to the elf,
listening as the elf's lips moved. The goblin heard no
sound.
"So it was the sword, right?" the blond man said.
Without waiting for a response, he added, "Is that sword
magic, boy? Does it got magic powers?"
The other two humans stood a little straighter, startled
by the question. They watched the elf intently.
After a pause, the elf nodded, his face slack. He was
nearly unconscious.
"Damn," said the blond man. He looked up at the other
two humans, a smile crossing his face.
There was a whisper in the wind, followed almost
immediately by a thump
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