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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. These mountain
roads cause the wagons to break down too often."
Flint could barely make out their conversation as it con-
tinued in the shop for a few more minutes, then died away.
Soon he heard snoring.
The guard had looked under only one wagon; Flint
locked his gaze on the other one, farthest from the shop.
Taking a cautious step around the barn, Flint's tender feet
touched a deep, cold mud puddle, and he recoiled. Shaking
globs from his feet, he decided to circle around to the left,
where there were less ruts. His approach would be hidden
by the wagons.
Forging through the mud, he came at last to the side of the
wagon. The sturdy wooden conveyance rolled on four
spoked iron wheels that were as tall as the cargo box be-
tween them, at least six feet off the ground, and certainly
way above the stubby dwarf's head. The cargo box had
wooden sides reinforced with thick bands of iron.
The dwarf grabbed onto the front right wheel and began
pulling himself up from one spoke to the next, until he stood
halfway up the massive iron ring. His chin just crested the
box, and he saw that the thick, dirty canvas was stretched
tight over the top of the wagon
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