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. She would neither meet the hill dwarf's eyes nor an-
swer any of his questions, except one.
"My name is Perian Cyprium," she told him.
"Flint Fireforge," he said simply.
The cage took them back to the street level, where they
marched down the avenue, around a corner, and along sev-
eral smaller streets. Everywhere Flint saw busy derro, mov-
ing quickly and silently about their business. Never had he
seen a place that was so populous, yet seemed so exception-
ally ominous and grim.
They came to a barracks building where several platoons
of purple-plumed guards stood or lounged about a court-
yard. Here Flint was thrown into a cell, where he sat idly
and undisturbed for several hours.
When a pair of derro guards eventually pulled him out
and prodded him into the street, he was greeted by Perian
and a half-dozen guardsmen. The latter, he saw, held in tow
a miserable-looking gully dwarf. The little fellow's nose was
running and his wide, staring eyes were red and bloodshot.
He looked fearfully from one mountain dwarf to another.
Flint was surprised to see an Aghar here, but no sooner
had Flint joined the gully dwarf than Perian barked, "Follow
me," leaving no room for questions
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