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." He chuckled suddenly, then pretended to frown.
"Never mind that! What are you doing here in the first
place? I'd like to know."
Basalt began a clumsy explanation, but Flint cut him
short with a poke in the chest. "Not now, pup! There's a
troll growing below us! You've got a lot to learn about
adventuring!"
Flint leading the way, they raced up the ravine as fast as
they could, reaching the top of the ridge in a minute. The
troll was out of sight below them, having fallen around a
bend in the ravine.
Basalt followed the older dwarf at a steady trot. Night
closed around them, and still the two dwarves maintained a
fast pace. They scrambled down the far side of the troll's
ridge and hastened across the valley floor.
Finally they collapsed, exhausted, in a small clearing
among the dark pines. Though it was pitch black, they
dared not make a fire.
In the dim light, Flint leveled his gaze at his nephew.
"You've got some explaining to do, son. Why don't you start
by telling me what you're doing here?"
Basalt fixed him with a sullen glare. "You've got some ex-
plaining to do yourself, like where do you think you're
going?"
Flint's mouth became a tight-lipped line
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