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It happened so fast that the goblin froze in the act of
taking a step, and the captain didn't even shout to wake
everyone up. The kender merely landed and looked around,
then waved a hand at the captain and gave him a devilish
grin. The kender, his dark hair full of tangles and his
scarred face smudged with dirt, came up to the captain's
breastbone. The kender wore his usual filthy mix of torn
clothes and animal hides, and he held a huge bag cradled in
his arms: the fireball.
"What in the Abyss!" whispered the captain. His right
hand slowly edged up his back toward a dagger sheath.
Keeping his face blank, he waved at the kender.
The kender hopped into the air, did a smooth back flip,
and landed on his feet again, his face alive with excitement.
He nodded at the captain and made a motion of looking
briefly toward the sky, as if urging the captain to try it, too.
The captain licked his lips. His fingers were working
on untying the dagger straps. "I'm ... I'm afraid I can't fly
like that," he said, forcing a smile. "But that was real
good."
Out of the comer of his eye, the goblin noticed an arm
snake quietly out of a bedroll about ten feet behind the
kender, reaching for a sword on the ground
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