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Perian marched purposefully through the second level of
the city, preparing to climb to the third level, where she
knew she would find Pitrick, the thane's hunchbacked ad-
viser. In her gut she fought a crawling sensation that threat-
ened to overwhelm her with disgust.
She had been fending off Pitrick's odious advances for
several years a summons that required her to call upon
the adviser in his apartments put her at a distinct disadvan-
tage. Still, the thane had ordered her to see the adviser, and
her duty was to obey.
The only child of her generation in a long line of dwarven
warriors, Perian had buckled on armor and taken up the
sword when it was her turn to follow in the family tradition.
Her father, mother - until Perian's birth - and uncles had all
served with merit in the thane's House Guard. That elite le-
gion, dedicated to the racial supremacy of the derro, com-
prised the most trusted of the Theiwar troops.
Perian had proven adept both at the physical aspects of
combat and at the mental challenges of command, rising
quickly through the ranks of the thane's personal body-
guard
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