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. "You hill dwarves are
such ignorant bigots!"
"At least our people have something in common," said
Flint evenly. The chamber fell uncomfortably silent.
Perian broke the silence at last, standing up, looking van-
quished. "None of that matters anyway, since I can't go
back there."
"Don't worry, Perian." Flint clapped her on the back, then
felt awkward. He cleared his throat. 'You'll probably fit in
above-ground better than you think. You aren't like the
other Theiwar I've met."
"You don't know the first thing about Theiwar," Perian ac-
cused, her eyes blazing with fire again.
"I know one thing - you're a half-derro. You don't look
like a derro, or even other Theiwar," he shot back. He
crossed his arms smugly. "And I know that no one who
thought like a Theiwar would have defended a hill dwarf at
the Beast Pit." His eyes narrowed. "Why did you do that,
anyway?"
Perian squirmed under his scrutiny. "I don't know. For
years I've stood by and watched Pitrick abuse everything
from Aghar to... to me, all for his own twisted amuse-
ment. I guess something inside me just snapped today, when
I heard what he did to your brother, when I saw that fright-
ened Aghar go over the edge
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