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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. "I see what you mean! I can't go back to
Thorbardin - Pitrick thinks I'm dead! He'd never let me live
now, after what happened at the pit!"
She fell back on the bed in despair. "But where will I go?"
she moaned. "Thorbardin is my home, the Theiwar are my
clan - I doubt that any other group there would take me!
And I don't know how to live anywhere but underground!"
She bit off the end of another nail.
Watching her torment, Flint smashed his hand down on a
table. "But why would you want to live among such cut-
throats, liars, and murderers?"
Perian bristled. "Not everyone in Theiwar City is like Pit-
rick, you know," she said. "There are more good half-derro
dwarves like me, and even many a fine full-blooded Hylar."
"Yeah, the Great Betrayal is a testament to the charity of
the blue-blooded Hylar and mountain dwarves in general!"
Flint sneered, kicking at a broken pottery shard, sending
shattered pieces into the air.
Perian sat up and chuckled without humor. "You think
the mountain dwarves were all snug and warm after the
Cataclysm? Thousands of dwarves starved to death in
Thorbardin, including my grandparents! At least the hill
dwarves, used to being above-ground, could forage for
food!" She gave a patronizing laugh
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