Rags had killed the woman with a bolt in her back. The smaller Goblin shook her head. She wasn’t feeling guilty—no, not really. But she stared at the woman’s face and thought of Erin. Garen had no such feelings. He kicked the woman dismissively. “Dead Human. Do not worry. No one will come.” Rags shook her head. Not all Humans bad. Some…good. Garen laughed at her. He shook his head. “All bad. They hate us. Fear us. We are trash to them.” That was true and not true. Rags remembered being hunted, remembered the fear and terror and hatred she had of Humans. But then she had met Erin, and her
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