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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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Flint did not stop to look at him. "I don't know where
you're going, but Perian and I are gonna look for the crack-
ing grotto."
Nomscul looked crushed. He fumbled in a pocket on his
right side and pulled out a carved wooden whistle. Placing it
between his thick lips, the gully dwarf blew so hard on it
that his face turned red. Both Perian and Flint jumped at the
unexpected shrill noise. Before either could turn or ques-
tion, though, they were stampeded from both doorways by
running, screaming, jumping Aghar, all talking at once.
"You can tell he king. He got big nose!"
"That your real hair, Queen? Hair not usually come that
color!"
"Two chairs for king and queen! Hip-hop hurry! Hip-hop
hurry!"
The teeming masses of Aghar flooded in endlessly from
the corridors, tearing the astonished Flint from Perian's
side. Where were they all coming from? the hill dwarf won-
dered as he tried to make his way to the door again. On
every grubby face was an adoring smile, and each one he
squeezed past reached up to touch his hair, her hem. What
on Krynn did they all want?
"King getting away!" Nomscul shouted
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