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."
Uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation,
the mountain dwarf decided to lighten it. "Does the king of
the gully dwarves expect to leave his queen and subjects be-
hind 7"
Flint was stroking his beard and fingering the teleport ring
Pitrick had left behind along with his fingers. He looked at
Perian tentatively, chewing the edge of his mustache.
"Please don't laugh," he said at last, "but I was actually
thinking of taking them along. After all, I gave my vow not
to leave them. They're not the best fighters I ever saw -
actually, they're just about the worst - but I never saw any
braver. The way they went up against that carrion crawler,
well, it was purely noble. I don't imagine well-trained
mountain dwarves would intimidate them in the slightest."
Perian's eyebrows flew up, and she slapped the quill
down. "That's a great idea! How soon should we -"
Suddenly, there was a great commotion in the hall outside
their room. Expecting the worst, Flint and Perian shot each
other a look before leaping off the bed for the door.
"Cainker back! Garf back!" Nomscul shouted, running
down the dark tunnel toward them
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