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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. "Wonder-
ful!" Flint sighed, barely pausing to speak between mouth-
fuls. "What is it?"
"Grotto grubs in mushroom mash," Nomscul answered
proudly. Flint's spooning rhythm slowed for just a moment.
He looked over and saw Perian leaning against a table, first
mouthful poised near her waiting lips. Her eyes wide circles
of disbelief, she set the spoon down and stared into the
bowl.
"You like?" the anxious gully dwarf asked Flint.
The hill dwarf set his bowl down on a table, wiped his
mouth on his sleeve, and hopped from the mossy bed. "Yes,
Nomscul, it's, uh, very tasty."
Pleased, the gully dwarf patted the potbelly that bulged
below his plain, dingy shirt. He bounded for the door. "I get
more!"
"Wait!" Flint cried. The gully dwarf stopped and turned
around, and Flint came to his side. "Look, Nomscul," he be-
gan, searching for the right words, "thanks for, you know,
saving us and all, but I really need to be going now."
Perian stepped up next to Flint quickly. "I'd like to leave,
as well." She scowled at the hill dwarf.
Nomscul's fleshy cheeks bunched up in a full smile. "King
and queen want two leaf? Stay here, I be right back!" Nod-
ding to himself, he dashed into the darkness of the stone
tunnel beyond
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