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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. Most darted
around blindly, screaming, waving their arms, or huddling
on the ground, terrified by the approach of the monster.
"Follow me!" shouted Perian. An officer of the House
Guard was trained to lead by example, not to mention ex-
pected to be followed. She grabbed a carving knife and
started for the footbridge at a run, ready to cross it and con-
front the monster personally.
"Get to the Thrown Room!" Flint's voice was a thunder-
ous bellow, but even that sound was washed away in the
panic-stricken babble of hundreds of Aghar. A few of his
closer subjects started toward the exits, but chaos reigned in
the cavern. Flint snagged Fester, the nearest Aghar, by her
collar. She held a large, bent roasting fork in her hand.
"Fester, look at me!" commanded Flint. "Tell everyone to
get into the Thrown Room. Get everyone to the Thrown
Room!"
The frawl stared at Flint dumbly for a moment, but he
held her arms until he saw the fear fade from her eyes, and
then she nodded vigorously. He took the fork from her hand
and turned her loose, and immediately she began pushing
Aghar toward the exits
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