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. "I am of the
White Robes."
"Hmmm." The goblin made a face, looked down at his
fingernails. It figured. "Good magic not help much, eh?
You maybe looking for something when humans catch
you?"
The elf started to reply, then stopped. His wide-eyed
gaze locked onto the goblin.
Gotcha, thought the goblin. "Humans that beat you say
they take magic sword from elf, maybe not long ago.
Maybe humans go to Istar with sword, give Kingpriest.
What you think Kingpriest do with sword? Maybe cut off
little elf, goblin heads?"
The elf's face twisted. He made an effort to get up,
without success. "No," whispered the elf, rolling back in
despair. "Did they take it? Are you sure they have it?"
"Eh," said the goblin, feigning indifference. "They say
they have sword with gems. Pretty sword. Humans gone
now."
The elf's eyes closed. "My cousin," he whispered. He
took several deep breaths, then continued. "They must have
caught my cousin. I was looking for his trail when my
horse broke a leg. Then the humans found me. They asked
why I was following them, but I wasn't. I just wanted my
cousin and the sword." He roused himself again, looking at
the goblin. "Did they say anything about my cousin?"
The goblin shrugged and shook his head
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