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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. Flint crossed his arms and waited. He twid-
dled his fingers. Finally he began laughing himself.
Suddenly they both were startled by the sound of some-
one clearing her throat loudly. The mountain dwarf thrust
her hand between the two at the younger dwarf. "You must
be Basalt. I'm Perian Cyprium."
"My queen," Flint added, his voice husky. Basalt gazed re-
spectfully at the attractive frawl.
"You may as well know right off, Basalt, if you haven't al-
ready guessed it," Perian said, hooking her thumbs in her
pants pockets in an almost challenging gesture. "I'm a
mountain dwarf." She watched closely for his reaction.
As expected, Basalt's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Now
I'm really confused."
"I hope to remedy that immediately. Perian comes in a lit-
tle later in the story." Flint took him by the arm and led him
to the bench by the pool. "This is going to be a long one, so
we may as well get comfortable."
Perian had found a small clay jug and fetched some water
from the stream. She offered it to Basalt, who took it grate-
fully and gulped most of the water down, splashing the rest
on his face to wash away the dried blood
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