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Sleepy, frightened men tore at their bedrolls, flailed
about for weapons and armor and helmets and shields. The
captain, swearing at all the gods, stared up into the sky for
the flying kender.
"Sorry I missed 'im, Cap'n," said the warrior. "I had 'im
right there before he took off. Was he a wizard?"
"Had to be," said the captain tightly, still looking
upward. "He flew."
"What's going on, Captain?" one of the men shouted,
his armor half-on, an axe in his hand.
The bearded captain looked down. All his men were up
now, crowding around. "You," said the captain, pointing to
a red-haired man. "Get down the hill and get the priest up
here; we could be having some trouble. Tell him there's a
wizard loose. Take three men with you. Don't - ow, damn
it!" The captain clapped his hand over his eyes, rubbed
them vigorously with his fingers, and other men around the
camp nearest the fire did the same. Sparks flew up from the
bonfire's flames as a black, powdery rain began.
It was the start of the fireball.
The goblin realized his danger when the black dust
came down and the men in the camp swore. He knew he
should get away, but he hesitated just a moment before
escaping, because he couldn't figure out where to go
without being seen
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