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Hurt by his sudden mood shift, Perian bristled. "What-
ever you say. I'm anxious as well to be done with this
Hillhome campaign, so I can get on with things in my own
life!"
"There's nothing that says you have to do 'this Hillhome
campaign,' " he said coldly.
Perian's hazel eyes narrowed to slits. "You may not under-
stand this, but my sense of honor prevents me from reneging
on a promise."
Flint whirled on her. "I never asked for your promise to
help."
Perian trembled with anger. "I was referring to my vow to
stay with the gully dwarves," she said quietly.
"Oh."
Silence.
"I have things to do." Averting her face, Perian quickly
strode across the bridge that spanned the stream and bolted
for the tunnel to the Thrown Room.
Flint swore silently. Why all of a sudden had he acted like
such a proud, stubborn old fool? Go after her, tell her you're
sorry, he said to himself. Tell her whatever you have to to
take that disgusted look from her eyes!
"Eeeeeeoooooo!"
Following the echoing cry of distress, Flint's head snapped
to the left, where he saw a crew of ten gully dwarves still dis-
mantling the carrion crawler
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