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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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"I can't hang on -" she squealed as she began to tumble
off of Flint's shoulders, windmilling her arms.
"Get your feet on the ledge!" Flint hissed. "Hug the wall!"
Flattening himself even more, he grabbed her flapping arms
in one hand and held them tightly while she scrambled for
footing next to him. Flint guided her hands to the root and
together they clung to it, panting from fear and exertion.
After a moment's rest, Flint peered at the frawl. "What are
you doing here?" he asked bluntly as he pressed his bleeding
cheek to his shoulder. "Trip?" He coughed violently on the
dirt in his throat.
"Hardly." Perian shot back, not daring to move. "I was
pushed in behind you by that swine-son, Pitrick. He'll roast
on a slow spit for this."
"That's assuming we get unspitted ourselves," Hint re-
sponded. "Do you have any idea how far down the bottom
is, or how to get out, or what exactly is at the bottom?"
"Of course not!" Perian snapped. "It's a beast pit. No one
comes down here exploring. No one comes down here at all
with any hope of getting out."
A noise from below froze her in place
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