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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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She pressed her fingertips to the runes. "I've made out a
few of the words here, but they are in old dwarven. Do you
know what they say'?"
Flint shook his head, slipping the Tharkan Axe into the
loop on his belt. "What with adventuring, I never had the
time to have them translated, nor really cared to while the
axe worked so beautifully. And then I lost it."
He realized suddenly that he had been so overwhelmed by
the present that he'd forgotten to thank the gifter. Flint
leaned back and observed her copper head, her peach-fuzzy
cheeks, the warm smile on her red lips. He had come to de-
pend on her for so much.... "I don't know how to thank
you, Perian. This axe is the best present - two presents -"
He laughed "- that I've ever received. You've given me hope
for tomorrow."
Perian blushed. "I'm just glad you like it, and that it was
especially special." She turned away to pour two luke-warm
cups of weed tea.
"I have nothing to give you," Flint said sadly, then had a
thought. "Wait!" He reached into his tunic and pulled a
chain over his head from around his neck.
"I do have something for you - it's not much," he said,
embarrassed
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