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. My head's all full of things."
Your head is full, yes, thought the goblin. It is full of
briars.
The elf grunted. "You know," he said, "I never did ask
you what your name was. We've been so preoccupied that I
never got around to it."
There was a little silence. "Well, I wasn't really going
to tell you, because I was talking with the goblin a few
weeks ago when we first met, and he said he didn't have a
name. I figured it would be im-po-lite to tell him my name
when he didn't have one to tell me. My father taught me
that word."
"Hmmm," said the elf. "Well, so you're worried about
offending what's-his-name, the goblin?"
"Yeah," said the kender, scooting a little closer to the
elf. "So you can't tell me your name, either. We have to be
fair."
The goblin gently shook his head in disgust. He had long
ago given up trying to plumb the depths of the kender's
bizarre mind. It simply made no sense. Still, he felt odd
hearing the kender's reason for never telling his name. It
made the goblin vaguely uncomfortable, and he couldn't
say why.
The little guy was now practically stuck to the elf's
side. The elf raised his arm and hung it back over the fallen
log to keep from poking the kender in the head with his
elbow
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