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The kender nodded with excitement, the goblin with
satisfaction. The minotaur wandered on ahead to kick at
some rocks.
The kender's guesswork on the location of the Istarians
proved to be reasonably accurate. By late evening, even the
goblin could tell that they were not far behind the humans.
The oddly assorted companions elected to camp for the
night, forgoing a fire to prevent their being spotted. They
planned to catch the humans on the following night. The elf
guessed it would be their last chance to do so before the
humans entered territory that was more heavily defended.
That evening, before the light in the sky was gone, the
elf carefully outlined the plan he had developed for
assaulting the Istarian camp. He brought out the things that
the order had gifted him with before he had left with the
Sword of Change, and he went over their uses, point by
point. It would be difficult to take on the Istarian force,
especially since the four of them were far outnumbered.
But the elf pointed out that they had the weight of magic
and surprise. If a kender and a goblin could kill three
rangers, they certainly had a chance against the rest.
The kender was beside himself with excitement at the
plans; the minotaur seemed indifferent and uninterested
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