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. Just don't
hurt me. Promise me that you won't hurt me."
"I promise," said the kender.
The long arrow that thumped into the woman's chest
took her by surprise. She staggered back, her hands still on
her head. Her eyes grew terribly big and round before she
fell over backward. She never made a sound.
The goblin lowered his bow. It was the first time in
four days that he'd hit anything on the first try. He waved at
the kender, then started down the slope toward the gasping
blond man.
*****
The goblin found the minotaur sitting in front of the
cave, gnawing on a deer's thigh bone. The overwhelming
odor of dried blood and ripe manure carried on the air. The
goblin was actually getting used to it.
"Eh," said the goblin, almost apologetically.
The minotaur, ears up and alert, glanced in the goblin's
direction. Yellow teeth tore away a scrap of deer meat. The
thick chain links hanging from the beast's wrist manacles
swung and clinked.
The goblin swallowed the bile churning in his
stomach, but he went on, even daring to smile. "Kender
and me hunt deer, but kill humans. Shoot three. We find
damn elf, much bad hurt, bring him back. Elf no good, eh?
I know, but maybe elf know woods, good ways to hunt
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