You do the math.
Maldoch arched a shaggy
eyebrow at the freed youth. “Hmmm, the spell’s degraded faster than
anticipated. I must tweak the recitation to remedy that for future use.”
“I’m a Goblin?” Garrich blurted incredulously.
“What did you think you were boy? An Elf?”
“Actually, yes,” admitted the dazed youth. “The
upswept ears, slanted eyebrows…”
Maldoch chuckled cruelly. “You’re a little on the
short and dark side to be a native of Gwilhaire.”
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