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Though even Perian had to laugh at Nomscul's mangling
of her name, her face fell at the mention of his cooking. She
quickly pulled Flint to the side. "Let's tell him to send Aghar
up to the north warrens for some decent food, not the gar-
bage pile they usually raid. I can tell them exactly what to
get and where to get it." Her face brightened further. "Say,
they could even get some mossweed, couldn't they?"
"Isn't a raid into Thorbardin risky?" asked Flint.
"The Aghar do it all the time," replied Perian. "I'll just tell
them to be a bit more selective."
Flint decided her suggestion was a good one and had
Nomscul dispatch two gully dwarves to the warrens with
Perian's specific instructions in hand.
It was such a good idea, in fact, that Flint decided to send
two more Aghar out, this time through the "big crackin-
grotto," as Nomscul pronounced it, to resolve his most
pressing concern: Basalt. His nephew must surely have re-
turned to Hillhome by how, and probably thought his uncle
was a goner. From Nomscul, Flint had a rough idea of where
the "big crackingrotto" emerged from Mudhole into the
Kharolis range; probably about a stone's throw from the
western tip of Stonehammer Lake
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