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. "We save white book, even.
You throw many spells all you want. Play good wizard all
day. Still sword gone. Still no story. Eh I"
The elf blinked and looked directly at the goblin. "My
spellbook?" he asked in astonishment. "You have my
spellbook? Where is it?"
"In cave," said the goblin easily. "All safe for you. Eh,
some goblins not stupid. Work together, maybe live. Fight
each other, all die. Winter coming, you know. Rains start
soon. Maybe you use spells, we live to spring. You stay,
grow strong. We safe from humans here. You leave, eh, we
not care. But humans, maybe they not so nice next time."
It would be tricky, the goblin knew. If the elf had the
magic to obtain the sword, he would certainly have done so
by now. But he didn't have the sword, he hadn't stopped the
rangers from beating him up, and he hadn't managed to
escape even now. He might not have the magic to do much
of anything. But maybe he did and just needed time to
prepare. It would be tricky, baiting him like this, easing
him into the circle, making him give up his secrets.
"You not trust me" the goblin said at last. "Maybe
good thing. Elves, goblins like water and fire. Humans,
they kill us both, but we not care
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