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"Well..." said the elf.
"Then let's get going!" shouted the kender. "I'll grab
my stuff!" HeScooted down the slope and ran into the cave,
past the camouflage branches.
The elf and goblin stared at each other. Each seemed to
be about to ask a question. Neither did.
The elf cleared his throat. "I really should recover that
sword. The Istarians will use it against us and against
everyone not of their faith, and we will suffer for it.
Making that sword was foolishness. Letting it go to the
likes of them is worse."
The goblin shrugged and glanced at the minotaur. "You
know, that fine by me, you get sword. Fine that we go for
walk. But maybe big one not like to take walk with us," he
said in a very low voice, nodding in the minotaur's
direction. "Hard to tell with big one."
The elf thought. "Maybe I can do something about
that," he said. "I don't like doing this, but ... could you find
that white book you said you found? I think I have a spell
there that might..." He let his voice trail off.
The goblin made a show of looking up into the trees,
then motioned for the elf to follow him into the cave.
Everything was working out so perfectly that the goblin
had trouble believing it
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