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Flint maintained his composure, though he knew he could
not conceal his revulsion. "And you must be Pitrick," said
Flint.
The derro guards stepped back, creating a path for Pitrick
to Flint. Though the hill dwarf was certain he had never seen
this derro before, there was something about the medallion
that hung around his neck...
The humped one sent the blue smoke...
What had Garth said in the wagon yard?
... the blue smoke from the stone around his neck.
The realization struck Flint. It burned in his gut and raced
along his limbs like fire. Here was the dwarf who killed
Aylmar, the mysterious "humped one" mentioned by Garth!
Deliberately, Flint tensed his muscles. He noted the posi-
tions of the guards to either side, knowing this might be the
only chance he would ever get for vengeance, and that he
would have only an instant to make his charge.
That he would have only moments to kill.
Uneasily, Pitrick scuttled to the side and two brawny der-
ro stepped between Flint and his enemy. Did he suspect?
He's obviously magical, but can he read my mind? won-
dered Flint. But Flint saw no fear in his face, only pride and
hate
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