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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. Mountain dwarves - much
less the replusive derro - in Hillhome! Yet why would
Hanak have invented such a tale? Flint pushed the question
away for the time being. The answer would be made clear
soon enough.
He had been getting lazy in Solace - and bored, if the
truth be known - without his young friends around. He had
been at rest too long. Unconsciously he hefted his axe.
Flint found himself thinking about Aylmar and wonder-
ing how long it had been since he had seen his older brother.
Oh, fifteen, maybe twenty years, he decided with a frown,
Then a smile dotted his face as he recalled the escapades
they had had together, the nick-of-time victories, the grand
treasures.
In particular he remembered the grandest treasure of
them all - the Tharkan Axe. His older brother Aylmar and
he had stumbled upon the axe on one of his earliest treasure-
hunting forays into the foothills of the Kharolis Mountains,
near Pax Tharkas, to be exact, which was why the brothers
had so named it. Typical dwarven greed had driven the two
Fireforge brothers into the deepest recesses of a hobgoblin
lair that was rumored to be filled with riches
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