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The goblin listened carefully to the explanation and fought
to control his mounting tension. He mentally thanked
himself for not having burned the wizard's books and for
the silver tongue it had taken to open up the elf's foolish
trust. This elf was truly dangerous. It seemed he could do
everything.
And it was that very thought that brought back a tale
the goblin had heard, and his blood ran cold with fear.
Nonetheless, he asked the question with earnest innocence.
He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Hear
talk from men of Istar, back when, that priests of Istar hear
you think when you not talk." The goblin tapped the side of
his head with a red finger. "Maybe they do this to you or
us, find us out?"
"I doubt that they have a priest with them, but it's
possible," the elf replied, unhappy with the thought. "I've
heard about the priests' mind-reading, too. Only the more
important priests can do that, but ... let's hope for the best."
The goblin grinned. "Eh, hope for best, yes. Maybe you
can do this listen-to-thoughts trick also, eh? You hear their
thoughts so we know what they think?"
"No, I'm afraid not. There were a few spells I was
never able to learn, and the mind-reading spell was one of
them
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