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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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"It was all right," Perian admitted. "I'm used to better, but
most of this came from the Theiwar warrens anyway. Still,
I'm surprised Nomscul did such a good job with it.
"I just wish Too-thee would get back with my mossweed. I
wonder what's keeping him."
"He could still be here by the end of the meal," replied
Flint, with a glance at the still raw pork ribs. "That gives him
plenty of time."
Across the room they saw the low fire, with its sizzling
rack of ribs impaled on a great, steel-shafted spear. Every
few minutes Nomscul skipped over to the fire and rotated
the pig slightly. His procedure was apparently mostly guess-
work, but the meat sent a delightful aroma whispering
around the assembled multitudes.
All of the approximately four hundred Aghar of Mudhole
had assembled in the Big Sky Room for the great feast and
celebration. By this point in the feast the chamber was
pretty well ravaged, blanketed with litter, food and clothing
scraps, and sleeping Aghar.
The cavern was divided by the shallow stream that
flowed through so much of the gully dwarf lair. Here in the
cavern the stream collected into a series of three deep, clear
pools
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