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." He closed his eye again.
"But how can you sleep after what we've just been
through?" she squealed, her fists clenched tight at her sides.
Flint sighed heavily, sat up, and looked at her through
half-lidded eyes. "That's precisely why I need the sleep. I'm
exhausted! In the last few days I've been pushed and
punched and kicked and chased and dropped down a pit.
Every muscle and bone aches; the only thing holding me to-
gether is my skin! Do you think my face usually looks like
this?" he asked, holding a cracked and swollen hand to his
puffy lips, nose, and black eye. "Adventures always drag
me out." He covered a yawn with the back of his thick, cal-
lused hand.
Perian looked astounded. "You mean you've had this sort
of thing happen to you before?"
He blinked. "Sure, though the situation has become con-
siderably more complicated than your average dungeon
crawl. Don't tell me you haven't?"
"I'm the captain of the thane's guard, for Reorx's sake!"
she said despondently. "I train troops for parade maneuvers
and theoretical fighting, and I live in the plushest barrack on
the richest level of Thorbardin! I am not accustomed to
this!" she said, indicating the cluttered room with a wave of
her hand
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