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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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Perian had a retort prepared, when suddenly, from the
doorway straight ahead came the sound of clattering glass
and metal and some other unidentifiable noises as well. The
mountain dwarf whirled around in surprise, and the hill
dwarf shot up angrily.
"What in the - ?"
"Nomscul back with eats!" The Aghar popped up in front
of Flint, the mud-streaked skin above his scruffy, unshaven
chin spread in his usual eager grin.
Nomscul, they had learned, was Mudhole's shaman, the
keeper of the clan's relics and lore. He served as its healer
and wise man, and was widely regarded as its best cook. He
was kind of its beloved leader, more for the cooking than
the wisdom perhaps. Nomscul now wore a ratty, smelly
wool vest that hung to his knees and was lined with pockets
of differing sizes and fabrics. From his belt dangled a red
cloth bag cinched with a twine. In his hands was a steaming
bowl of something gray and stringy, which he shoved right
under the old dwarf's big nose.
Though annoyed at first, Flint was drawn in by the rich,
meaty aroma. He took another deep, satisfied breath and
accepted the bent spoon Nomscul offered him
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