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. Leaving the cave, he found the elf standing
upright by the entrance. A cold wind moaned through the
branches. The sky was overcast, as usual.
The elf turned and almost fell over, but he grabbed for
support from the rock face behind him. The elf wore stolen
clothing that the kender had provided. The outfit was old,
mismatched, and ill fitting, but better than nothing.
"I wasn't going to run," said the elf softly. He looked
with a trace of anxiety in the direction of the minotaur, who
was slowly wandering among the bare tree trunks some
distance away. The beast had wrapped its chain around its
waist and tied it there, like a belt, allowing its hands and
arms some range of movement. The chain links clinked
together lightly as it walked.
The goblin nodded in approval. "Good you stay. No
horse, no luck." He waved a hand at the forest. "Nice new
home, eh? You like? Stay long time with us, maybe?"
The elf looked away, his hands clenching and
unclenching. His breathing was short and shallow.
You're exhausted and in pain, but you want to escape,
thought the goblin. You want to escape and get that sword
back. It's so obvious, it's laughable.
"I - " began the elf. He wrung his hands, seemingly
unaware of what he was doing
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