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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. The steak, Flint swore, was the best food he had
ever eaten. Finally, some time later, Perian pushed back her
chair. "I'm stuffed," she admitted. "And one of us had better
check on the Aghar." She quickly got up to go.
"Mmmph," Flint agreed, still shoveling in the tender meat.
Only after Flint popped the last bite into his mouth did he
even stop to notice where he was. Something about the inn
felt different than the last time he'd been here.
"I know what's changed!" he cried, slamming his fist to
the bar. "No derro!" Flint nodded his approval. At the same
time, he realized how much he missed Moldoon, and his
earlier melancholy returned.
"The ones we caught are still in jail," Basalt explained.
"Maybe we'll let 'em out after the battle."
"Yeah," Flint agreed, suddenly serious. The few hours of
peace remaining to Hillhome could be counted in the low
angle of the sun to the horizon. "Well, I'd better check on
Perian," he said.
The others accompanied him from the inn, and they
started back toward the earthen wall defending Hillhome.
From some distance away they heard Perian castigating her
charges, and Flint unconsciously picked up his pace
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