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. I wish I had magic then so I could have helped
them. They wanted to see magic so bad." He shook as he
wept, his face hidden in the elf's clothes.
The goblin realized that his hands were clenched into
cold, trembling fists. Something burned in his eyes; it was
hard to see. Slowly, the goblin unclenched his hands and
covered his hot face with them. He hated weakness, he had
hated it all his life, and now he was filled with it. He hated
himself for it, and it was all the kender's fault - the
damned, weak, stupid, wretched kender. Wet streams
flowed down the goblin's cheeks, and he bit his lower lip
until he tasted blood.
Tomorrow, he thought. Let tomorrow come fast.
*****
No stars were out. A tall fire burned just up the slope
of the hill, visible through the thick trees and under-brush.
The crickets called from all around.
"So you think you know how to handle that elf girl?"
the grinning guard said. "You think she's not too much of a
match for you?"
The smiling guard had turned to face his companion, who
was bending over to pick up firewood. The goblin drove his
knife into the grinning man's lower back, straight through
his leather armor
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