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Peeko glanced over at Gorbo to see if the halfling was still there, he was feeling pretty relaxed from the herb. Moka was frantic, his burns were blistering. One could hardly tell his face was blistered and burned with all his warts. 'Moka really need some sourberry wine, or something' said Moka while peering at Peeko. 'dis stuff better then sourberry wine' Peeko said, licking his lips. 'Lets get more.' they both said at once.
'What plant is it?' Moka cried. Peeko scowled, 'Its those big green ones, you frik.' Moka ran up to the nearest plant and grabbed off a big clump of leaves, and stuffed what he could in his mouth. Peeko followed not far behind, and pulled off a few leaves and started chewing them up. Moka spit his wad of chewed leaves on the ground, and sat down. 'Moka feeling verrry rrrelllaxed.' he said with a peaceful hum. Peeko spit the leaves out, 'this taste different' he said softly. Peeko fell to the ground.
Gorbo, seeing his friends dead was in a mad rage. Never taking his eyes off the goblins, he punched the halfling in the face and grabbed him by his tunic, dragging him over where Moka and Peeko lay. Tofit was stunned, he had no idea what was going on. He began pleeing with Gorbo, 'No, wait.... what are you doing.' Gorbo threw him down next to Peeko, and grabbed the scimitar. Tofit looked at the goblins and realized what happened. 'Wait!' he pleaded as Gorbo raised the scimitar, poised to strike. 'Halflings killed Gorbo's friends, his only familiy..... Now halfling DIES!' Gorbo screamed. 'THERE NOT DEAD.' Tofit yelled. Gorbo stopped a minute recollecting his memories. 'The plant is a poison, its a strong tranquilizer. Your friends aren't dead, there just going to be out for awhile.' Gorbo dropped the scimitar, 'There not Gorbo's friends anyway, they make fun of Gorbo.' he said blushing.
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