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Filbus, sensing the troll's movement, takes aim.
Ogbert takes off his glasses. “NOW YOU SEE, WORLD? YOU SEE HOW HANDSOME OGBERT REALLY IS?”
Filbus, seeing Ogbert's unmarred face, falters. The bow slips in his grasp. How could it be? The arrow flops forward and lands lamely in the dirt. He is enchanted by Ogbert's face. The troll is more beautiful than Grumphilda, a being Filbus had thought to be perfect. The trials he had undergone to win her hand, and here, in the wilds of Karanas, he has found a creature whose form is more divine than anything Grumphilda could imagine. The halfling feels something inside his chest pop.
Oldjim looses an arrow. It plinks off of Filbus's armor.
The halfling warlord tumbles to the ground. Blood streams from his mouth. So much pain in his chest... Could this really be possible? Visions of the past flash through his mind. Darkness crowds the edges of his sight, but he tilts his head back, beholding Ogbert. It is utter pain for the halfling, yet he cannot look away. Filbus convulses, and then stops moving.
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Ogbert stares blindly at the fallen halfling. He puts his glasses back on. “What happen?” he asks.
Oldjim picks his arrow up off the ground. The wooden field point is broken to pieces.
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There is no sign of a wound on the hobbit, but chunky blood flows freely from his mouth. His eyes are glazed over, and on his face is plastered a look of ultimate satisfaction.
Oldjim snaps the arrow in half and tosses it on Filbus' body. “I don't know,” he says finally.
“We win?”
Oldjim shrugs. “I-” he stops. Begins again, “I am beginning to wonder if any of us can really 'win' in this world...”
“WHAT YOU MEAN?” Ogbert roars. “OGBERT GET MONEY, OGBERT GET CONTACTS! OGBERT. WIN.”
The duo splits the money. Oldjim gives Ogbert twenty thousand extra.
“Hey!” Ogbert protests, “Don't try to cheap me!” He lunges towards the ranger.
“No-- Don't!” Oldjim dodges back, barely avoiding Ogbert's sword.
“YOU TRY TO STEAL!!!”
Oldjim lands a Snare on Ogbert, who hobbles toward the ranger, howling in anger. “Goodbye, old friend,” the human says to the troll. He turns away and runs off into the rising dawn.
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Ogbert watches in frustration as Oldjim escapes. How could his friend betray him like this!? “YOU BASTARD!” the troll shouts. “OGBERT FIND YOU. OGBERT CRUUUSHHH YOOOOUUU!!”
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