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. The Kingpriest no
doubt could find a use for it to build his power. He could
root out traitors, gain victory in battle, grant himself many
more years of life. Now it's ..." He lifted his hands, then let
them fall, his shoulders sagging.
The goblin quietly digested this. The idea that a sword
was capable of so much power was almost too ridiculous to
believe, but the practical aspects of having a sword like that
were not lost on him at all. A parade of wishes flowed
through his head. Food, riches, women, physical might,
rulership, immortality - he would ask for any of these if the
sword were his - or if it became his, one day. It began to
seep into his mind that perhaps the sword wasn't totally out
of his grasp. It certainly couldn't hurt to find out if the elf
knew anything more that would be useful in obtaining the
sword. The goblin would have to prepare himself for the
journey, though it meant abandoning the elf, the minotaur,
and -
"Wow," said the kender.
The elf spun around and nearly fell again. The goblin
jumped in surprise. Eyes full of wonder, the kender was
sitting on the hillside over the cave mouth, beside a few
small saplings only thirty feet away. The goblin had never
seen him
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