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"You didn't know it was once my axe?" he asked, looking
from the weapon to her with misty eyes. "But how could
you?" he asked himself. "I never told you that story."
"What story? This axe was yours? Did you drop it in the
Beast Pit?" Perian was very confused, as her voice rose with
her agitation.
Flint shook his shaggy head vigorously, nearly overcome
by finding the axe again in, of all places, Mudhole. "No," he
whispered softly at last. "My brother, the one who was mur-
dered by Pitrick, gave me the Tharkan Axe on my Fullbeard
Day many long years ago. We'd found it together during
our dungeon-crawling days, but I lost it in a hobgoblin lair
here in the Kharolis Mountains during an adventure several
years afterward. I later returned to retrieve it, but it was al-
ready gone. The Tharkan Axe served me better than any
I've had since." He ran his hands over the haft again, closing
his eyes, remembering. "I thought it was gone forever...."
"What a strange coincidence, finding it here," Perian mut-
tered, then shrugged. "Whoever took it from that lair before
you returned probably ended up in the Beast Pit, and the
gully dwarves just added it to their piles of treasure
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