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. "No human beat face for fun now, eh?"
The elf looked as though he couldn't think of anything
to say. His eyes were blood-red spheres nestled in great
black bruises that covered nearly his entire face.
"No need worry, eh," said the goblin with a squint-eyed
grin. "The humans you meet, they get sick. Bad sick. We
can do nothing. Maybe bury them later. More humans
maybe out in woods, looking around, but you safe here."
The goblin reached over and gently poked at the elf with a
stiff finger. "Eh, you Silvanesti?"
The elf stared in tight-lipped silence at the goblin.
"Yes? No? Not matter," said the goblin, looking down
to check his fingernails for dirt. "You think, eh, goblin not
like elves. Maybe he do for me hard." The goblin looked
into the elf's eyes with a knowing smile. "Maybe goblin
want you to live. Maybe we all help each other. You wear
robes, eh?"
The elf licked his lips, seeming to overcome some
obstacle inside him. "Yes," he whispered. He was
obviously afraid, but the goblin could tell the elf wanted to
come out with it. Pride, no doubt. And perhaps an arrogant
honesty. "I wear the wh - " The elf coughed painfully and
swallowed, then continued in a weaker voice
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