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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
Atec Март 01 2008 15:09:29
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. "I travel for my living, selling
leather work. I detected a slight accent and noticed the black
in your hair - nearly every dwarf in my region has red or
brown; And that long, loose, blue-green tunic and those
baggy leather boots - you've been away from dwarves for
some time, haven't you? I haven't seen anyone wearing that
style in years, you know. Say, what village are you from,
exactly?"
Flint was a little put off by the clothing comments - he'd
gotten the boots as a gift from his mother a few decades
before - but he decided the dwarf meant no offense. "I was
raised in a little place called Hillhome, smack between Thor-
bardin and Skullcap."
"Hillhome! Why, I was there but twenty day ago. Was
trading my boots and aprons. Not so little anymore,
though. A shame what's happening there, isn't it?" he said
sympathetically. "Still, you can't stop progress, now can
you? Um, um, um," the dwarf muttered, shaking his head
sadly.
"Progress? In Hillhome?" Flint snorted. "What did they
do, raise the hems on the frawl's dresses by half an inch?"
"I'm talking about the mountain dwarves!" yelled Hanak
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