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. But the mayor had inad-
vertently revealed one thing: they had not officially
appointed a commander over their force.
"I suggest that Flint Fireforge be given the task of assign-
ing the plan of defense," proposed Turq Hearthstone quietly.
"Aye," echoed Basalt and Hildy.
"Yes," piped up Perian.
Flint looked around at his companions. He tried ration-
ally to consider the alternatives. Basalt and Hildy were too
young. Mayor Holden was not a harrn of action. Perian was
an outsider - a mountain dwarf, to boot - though it did not
matter to him in the least. She would fight loyally for the
town's cause, but she was not the choice to be its champion.
Tybalt, Ruberik - his brothers - he now sensed, looked to
him for leadership.
"We'll meet them here," Flint began, indicating the wall.
He looked self-consciously at the others to gauge their reac-
tions, but when he saw that they listened unquestioningly,
his confidence rose, and so did the strength of his voice.
"I'll manage the Sludge Bombers right in the middle," he
decided. "That should break the cohesion of their attack.
Then, we'll try to hold them
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