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I“Well, I didn’t think she’d be armed!!”
Yashee panted, hands on her knees. Raz’ul lay in face down in the dirt. Randy was cackling, wheezing into the alley wall. From the dirt, Raz’ul lifted his head.
“Yashee?”
“Yeah, Raz?”
“We are never going caroling in half elf country again.”
Randy breathed hard, trying to catch his breath though his tears of laughter.
“I really should have warned y’all. Half elves are cross bow wielding hicks who believe is ‘stand your ground.’ This was possibly the worst idea we’ve ever had.”