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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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He heard nothing now. A bird? His grip on the bow
and arrow relaxed.
No. Not a bird. He could hear it again. It was a human,
maybe, crying out. He'd probably fallen in one of the
kender's pits. Perhaps the kender heard it, too, but the
kender was nowhere to be seen. Figured. He was probably
distracted by something again when he should be hunting.
It was amazing that the kender had lived this long.
If the human was alone, it wouldn't take much to finish
him off and pick through his belongings. He might even
have some money. The goblin didn't plan to live in the
forest forever. It wouldn't hurt to save a little change for a
future day.
Crouching low, the goblin moved through the
crackling brown undergrowth, sliding from tree to tree.
Cool wind blew over his face and through his black rags.
He kept an arrow nocked. He had only three more arrows if
the first one missed, which it often did. He wasn't the
experienced hunter the kender was.
Laughter reached his ears, human laughter. The goblin
stayed down, listening, then moved forward more slowly.
Hidden among rock outcroppings and thick briars, he
climbed up a low hill. Someone was saying something in a
nonhuman language
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