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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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... I just couldn't stand by and
let something happen one more time."
She snorted. "Frankly, it never occurred to me that he
would push me in." Her hands clenched into fists. "Pitrick
deserves a long, slow, torturous death."
"He'll get it, the black-hearted bast -" Red-faced, Flint
glanced up at Perian. "He'll pay for what he's done to all of
us, but especially for Aylmar." Flint snapped a piece of pot-
tery between his thumb and forefinger.
"Who's Aylmar?" Perian asked.
Bitterly, Flint told the tale of his brother's murder. His an-
ger flared, fueled by the frustration of their forced inaction.
"Where is that Bonehead fellow?" he roared impatiently.
"Nomscul," Perian reminded him.
"Whatever!" Flint marched to the door and poked his
head out.
The little imp abruptly sprang from a corridor to the left,
staggering under the weight of a large wooden box. Noms-
cul elbowed his way past the barrel-chested dwarf and
dropped his heavy load unceremoniously onto the dirt
floor.
Flint looked in disgust at the box. "What in the Abyss is
that?" he bellowed, nearly bowling the smaller dwarf over.
"That two leafs king and queen want!" Nomscul pro-
nounced, happily waving a dirt-caked hand toward the
box
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