Rodney White Share a Random Moment

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Cohen was staring at it. He handed the melon to the dwarf without looking at him and walked out into the sunlight. Lackjaw watched him creep stealthily around the box, or as stealthily as is possible with joints that creaked like a ship under full sail, and prod it once or twice with his sword, but very gingerly, as if he half-expected it to explode.
'It's just a box,' the dwarf called out. 'What's so special about a box?'
Cohen said nothing. He squatted down painfully and peered closely at the lock on the lid.
'What's in it?' said Lackjaw.
'You wouldn't want to know,' said Cohen. 'Help me up, will you?'
'Yes, but this box —'
'This box,' said Cohen, 'this box is—'he waved his arms vaguely.
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'No,' said Cohen. 'It – it oughtn't to have done that.'
'I see,' said Lackjaw, who didn't, and was beginning to wish Cohen hadn't gone out into all this hot sunlight. 'It ought to have run away, you think?''Oblong?''Eldritch,' said Cohen mysteriously.'Eldritch?''Yup.''Oh,' said the dwarf. They stood looking at the box for a moment.'Cohen?''Yes?''What does eldritch mean?''Well, eldritch is—' Cohen paused and looked down irritably. 'Give it a kick and you'll see.'Lockjaw's steel-capped dwarfboot whammed into the side of the box. Cohen flinched. Nothing else happened.'I see,' said the dwarf. 'Eldritch means wooden?