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. It was more money
than he'd ever had, even in East Dravinar in the good old
days. He couldn't spend it, but it felt awfully good. He
wrapped the money in cloth to muffle it, placed it in a
pouch, then tied it inside his clothing behind his belt, where
not even the kender's light fingers would find it.
He lifted the elf's backpack and looked it over. Its
quaint, elaborate tooling and stitching occupied his
curiosity briefly, then he undid the straps and looked inside.
He snorted. Books and papers ... and a small bag of
gold coins, twelve of them, each with an elven king on one
side and a swan on the other. Silvanesti for certain. The
rangers must not have gotten around to searching the elf's
gear if they had missed this. The goblin palmed the gold
and was about to empty the rest of the backpack's contents
into the fire pit when he noticed the biggest book.
Except that the book in the elf's backpack was white, it
was just like the red spellbook the goblin had seen a Red
Robe reading one day, three years ago, on the banks of a
mountain stream. Of course, the goblin had given that
wizard a wide berth. It wasn't smart to mess with wizards.
The goblin eyed the book before gazing at the battered
elf
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