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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. He raised his hands, as if to push the derro away from
the fallen Basalt.
But the mountain dwarf's eyes grew even larger as the
man came toward him. In a flash he drew his sword, shout-
ing, "I will decide how far this goes! I will show you how the
Theiwar gain respect!"
The keen tip of the short sword shot forward, slicing
through the innkeeper's apron and shirt and punching
neatly, deeply between his ribs. Moldoon stepped back-
ward, his hand clutched to his chest. He looked down in dis-
belief as a crimson flower blossomed on his apron,
spreading its life-colored petals beneath his clenched
fingers.
Basalt, still reeling from the blow to his head, watched in
a daze as Moldoon wobbled, then collapsed with a splash
into the muddy street. Hildy cried out and leaped to his side,
cradling the stricken human's head in her lap.
Seeing Moldoon lying in a heap, his unfocused eyes star-
ing into the sky, his mouth moving without making any
sound, turned Basalt's blood to ice. Snatching up the heavy
plank that had set off the whole encounter, he swung it with
more strength than he normally possessed
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