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. "I owe answers
to no one, least of all a smart-mouthed boy of a dwarf like
yourself."
"I'm not a boy anymore! You'd know that if you ever
came home, or stayed more than a day!" For a moment Ba-
salt gave Flint a look that was so belligerent, so full of Fire-
forge stubbornness, that Flint's hands curled involuntarily
into fists. But in another moment the older dwarf laughed
out loud, clutching his paunch in mirth.
Puzzled, and a little insulted, Basalt demanded, "What
are you laughing about?"
"You!" said Flint, his laughter slowing to a chuckle. "Aye,
pup - you're a Fireforge, that's for sure! And what a pair we
make!"
"What do you mean by that?" Basalt growled, unwilling
to be teased out of his bad humor.
"Well, you're stubborn like me, for starters." Flint crossed
his arms and squinted at his nephew, considering him.
"You're not afraid of standing up to your elders either. You
even tell 'em off once in a while, though you'd best watch so
that doesn't become a habit! And you didn't hesitate one
whit before jumping into battle with an honest to goodness
troll."
Flint looked at his nephew with affection
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