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. We will
attack an unsuspecting Hillhome on the third evening. We
can rest the afternoon nearby - out of sight of Hillhome so
that our attack will come as a complete surprise."
* * * * *
"What could Perian possibly want in the grotto so late on
the night before we leave for battle?" Flint mumbled aloud
as he hastened down the final long tunnel leading to the
beautiful cavern at the farthest corner of Mudhole. He had
been working with Nomscul to pack the explosive sludge
into sacks and bottles, as well as clean up some rusty old
daggers and sword blades that had been discovered during
the searches of the last two days. Nomscul had relayed the
message with a giggle: "Queen Furryend say you to meet her
at grotto when done. She have big surprise!" With that, the
gully dwarf shaman had clamped his hand over his large
mouth, refusing to give Flint further clues about the myste-
rious missive.
At last Flint came to the opening on the right that marked
the entrance to the cavern, and he turned down the enclosed
staircase, taking the narrow steps two at a time. He paused
at the bottom to draw in a breath, then bounded in
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