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. My brethren and I will have our freedom at
last, and we will command what's left of this sad, tortured
land."
The elf stared at the minotaur. "Madness," he
whispered.
"No more mad than your hope to destroy a part of Istar's
power with this sword. You'd open the gates to chaos in
your own way, but you'd leave justice and order in the
world intact. Those who make the laws and govern the
armies would probably find minotaurs to be as
inconvenient as do the Istarians - and they might not be as
willing to save our race for enslavement."
The goblin figured that the elf's back was broken, and
indeed it might be, but the elf seemed to gather some
strength as he spoke next. "If we use ... the sword together,
we ... can break the hold ... Istar has on us!" he pleaded
softly. "We can start to ... throw down slavery ... and killing
and prejudice everywhere, and be free! We can ... have a
new world!"
"Did you not attempt to enslave me with one of your
spells before we left on this quest?" asked the minotaur,
raising a thick eyebrow. "If that's a sample of how your
new world is going to be, I confess I find it lacking. I threw
off that spell, thanks only to my willpower - the same
willpower that allowed me to survive long enough in this
mad wilderness to be found by that pathetic kender
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