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. The
thought boggles my mind."
Perian stood and dropped her handful of stones into the
pool with a plop!, scattering fish. "But if my guess is even
nearly correct, that won't give us more than one, maybe
two days to build up the town's defenses."
"Or much time to persuade the townsfolk they even need
defending!" Basalt chimed in.
Perian dusted moss clippings from her legs. "But why
wouldn't they believe us?" she asked, puzzled.
Both Flint and Basalt knew how good their word was in
Hillhome, and how enamored the villagers were of the reve-
nue generated by the derro. As Flint pictured himself trying
to talk to the hill dwarves, he absently fingered Pitrick's
ring. His hand began to tingle strangely, and the uncomfor-
table sensation spread quickly up his arm to his chest and
the rest of his body. He saw Perian wavering before his face,
then was distantly aware of her snatching the ring from his
finger.
."What were you thinking about?" she demanded. "I could
see from your face that you were activating the teleport
ring!"
Flint shook away the remnants of the tingling sensation.
"You mean someone other than Pitrick can use that thing?"
he gasped
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