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In reply to Gannor (msg # 43):
Taking a moment to assess instead, darts back to his pack his fists raised, looking about to the goblins in the bush. "You stop me, he dies!" He speaks aloud as he reaches for his pack.
If the goblins left him alone, he'd root for one of the things of value he still carried. One of the three healing potions, maybe he could save the thief's life, even if he had just threatened him moments before. He hoped this idea would work... Thief was choking for air, but maybe he could drink...