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. I couldn't learn to cast a fireball spell, either, but I
think I've taken care of that. I've always wanted to throw a
fireball, but what I've got is better."
The goblin laughed and nodded. His mind was safe.
His plans were secure. The relief he felt almost left him
light-headed. He knew a White Robes wizard would not lie,
and he was grateful for that flaw as much as he despised the
elf for it.
The goblin busied himself, setting up camp without
even being asked, which was unusual for him, but welcome
by the elf and kender. The goblin had already come to
terms with what he needed to do to get the sword at the
least amount of risk to himself. All he needed was to lay his
hands on the sword for a few seconds, long enough to make
his wish, which he now knew by heart. After that, he'd have
no worries at all.
The elf took first watch that evening. The others
bedded down in the darkness of a thicket at the foot of a
hill. The minotaur simply stretched out on the ground,
chains rattling, and was asleep almost at once. The goblin
and kender bedded down as well. After long minutes of
forcing his tension-tight stomach to settle down, the goblin
closed his eyes and prepared to take a much-needed rest
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