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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
Atec Март 01 2008 15:09:29
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"We are increasing the guards at the mouth of the wagon
tunnel! Come now, don't pretend surprise. You know of its
existence. You will be placed in command." Pitrick's sparse
beard could not hide his leer. The hump on his back forced
him to bend forward, and thus he was always looking up at
her.
"I prefer to remain with my old billet, the training of the
guard," she objected.
Pitrick leaned closer, his dank breath moist against her
face. "I grow tired of your game, my dear. Keep in mind that
I could have you ruined with a single word!"
"Then do it!" Perian shot back.
With a sneer, Pitrick stepped away and looked her up and
down. "You know me too well, dear girl. Still, perhaps I
shall, someday. Perhaps I shall, if you continue baiting me
this way," Perian noted, his hand clasping the iron amulet
that always hung from his neck. Blue light began seeping be-
tween his fingers.
"You will do good work for me," the hunchback said
softly. Perian's head grew light, and she was surprised at the
musical pleasantness of his voice. Perhaps she had mis-
judged him.
The blue light grew stronger, occluding her vision until
only Pitrick's face loomed
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