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He still felt as if the strength spell was working. He
didn't know if the plant-control potion was active or not,
but he didn't care. If he could get close enough to the
supplies and find that sword, he wouldn't need to entangle
the soldiers with plants again; he could just take off and run
with his prize. No. He changed his mind. He would use the
potion's effects if it still worked. Better to snag everyone
with weeds until he had time for his wish. Then it wouldn't
matter anymore.
The slope in the woods behind the supplies fell off
steeply, dropping at least twenty feet straight down through
the tree limbs. The goblin kept as low to the ground as he
could while he moved, taking his time. Any minute now,
the guard in the woods would find someone's body and set
up an alarm. But the goblin couldn't afford haste. He
reached the edge of the grassy cliff. It was bathed in
shadows cast by the supply crates and chests, blocking the
fire's light. The goblin decided to risk standing up in a
crouch, and he took a much better look around the camp.
Right then, the kender flew down out of the sky and
landed in the middle of the camp, not a pike's length away
from both the captain and the goblin himself
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