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And so with much dignity and tears the Fireforge family
buried its dead, among them brother Bernhard, the valiant
Aghar Garf. And Perian.
After the short service offering their souls to Reorx, Flint
had wandered alone with his thoughts to a small crest over-
looking Stonehammer Lake to the west and the remains of
Hillhome to the east. The sky seemed too blue, the early
winter air too crisp and... ordinary for a day when his
heart was near to bursting, His memories of Perian were few
but sweet; he prayed they would not fade with time. Sud-
denly he became aware of shuffling behind him.
"Old queen gone," Cainker said sadly, coming up behind
the gray-haired dwarf, a tear dripping down his filthy
cheek. In his grief Flint had lost track of his subjects and was
now reminded that they were likely waiting upon him for
the direction of their lives.
"Yes," Flint said softly. He looked with affection at the
gully dwarf, but then he thought of something. "Old
queen?" he asked.
"Sure. New queen Fester, she just fine!" Cainker bobbed
his head enthusiastically
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