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. Let's get you to a
creek and get you washed off. If that kender's around
anywhere, we'll get him to bandage you up. Damn, you're
really hurt. How close were you to the fireball? Couldn't
you get away from it?"
The goblin's shoulders slumped, and he seemed to melt
into himself. The elf reached out and gently took the goblin
by one arm, trying to help him up. The goblin flinched at
the painful touch, but didn't get up. He sat on the ground
and stared at the elf's feet without a trace of expression.
"Come on," said the elf. "We have what we came for,
and now we must look after your wounds." He reached
down again with both hands. The goblin looked up stupidly
at the elf's face. Then he looked down and saw the sword.
"Come on," the elf urged.
The goblin stirred, reaching up to the elf with both hands
as he sat back on the balls of his feet. He took a sudden
deep breath and lunged forward through the elf's arms. As
he hurtled past the elf's side, he snatched at the sword hilt
with both hands. The sword snagged, then pulled free of its
sheath.
He had the sword. HE HAD THE SWORD!
"Gods, no!" shouted the elf, starting for him.
The goblin stumbled backward, nearly falling before he
caught himself
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