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Perian whirled about, perspiration alluringly curling the
ends of her coppery hair. She fixed him with an icy glare.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" The mountain dwarf
chewed the end of another nail off with her teeth, her eyes,
like daggers, piercing his. "You think just because I suffered
a little temporary fright paralysis I can't take care of my-
self?"
"A little paralysis? You were like a sack of flour!" Flint
caught the embarrassed look in her eyes and held up his
hands in mock surrender. He laughed. "Sorry if I assumed
command. I forgot I was talking to a soldier. I'm used to or-
dering around youths and barmaids," he explained, thinking
of his friends in Solace. He coughed uncomfortably when he
saw her bemused face. "I didn't mean that the way it
sounded! I have these friends - oh, never mind!" he ex-
claimed, unused to explaining himself. He rubbed his face,
turned onto his side, curled up into the moss bed, and closed
his eyes.
"You aren't going to sleep, are you?"
He opened one eye. "I thought I might until that Aghar
brought some food, yes
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