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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. He stood rooted to
the spot, his fists clenched, fingernails slicing the flesh of his
palms.
Somehow Pitrick knew that he was indeed five years
older.
But for some strange reason that he could not fathom, the
spell had failed.
Chapter 13
Death of a Friend
"Gimme another one," Basalt mumbled, sliding his
empty mug toward Moldoon. The young dwarf smacked
his lips and reflected that the ale didn't taste as sweet as it
once had. But no matter.
The human reluctantly filled the heavy tankard, but cast
a sad, pained looked at Basalt as the dwarf raised it to his
lips and chugged noisily, ignoring the foam splashing onto
his beard. Basalt set the mug down heavily, disappointed
that somehow the draught did not bring him more pleasure.
"Take it easy with that," cautioned Moldoon.
The man's normally genial tone carried an undertone of
genuine rebuke when he spoke to Basalt these days. Mol-
doon grew more and more concerned by the behavior of the
young hill dwarf. Moody and irresponsible after his father's
death, the youth had grown sullen beyond compare in the
weeks since his Uncle Flint had left town
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