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“Tell me where she is before I kill you,” growled Cannick. The dwarf tightened his grip around the goblin’s neck until his eyes began to bulge.
“S-Sold,” said Bonedread, hoarsely. He shifted his gaze to Bigrot and Zeeback. Both goblins were flat on their backs on the ground. The dwarf had come out of nowhere and attacked from behind. The dwarf’s fingers dug into his neck and he stiffened. The leather pouch bumped against his leg. He couldn’t die now, not when he’d finally become a very rich goblin.
“What do you mean sold?” asked Cannick, through gritted teeth. Bonedread gasped and pointed at his neck. Cannick let go with a growl and a shove.
The goblin stumbled backwards and gulped in large mouthfuls of air, then straightened himself up and sneered at the dwarf. “The auction was a hu
