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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. He covered his eyes
with his arms and sobbed.
"Garth!" Hildy cried, coming to his side to uncover his
eyes. "It's OK. That's not who you think it is!" The big
dwarf resisted at first, then slowly allowed one eye to
emerge from above his folded limbs:
Garth was unusually large, well over four and a half feet,
and none of it was muscle. His rounded belly poked out be-
low his tunic, which was too small at every opening: the
neck was too tight, and his wrists hung at least an inch be-
low the cuffs.
"What's going on here?" Flint demanded, both irritated
and embarrassed by the strange incident.
Moldoon looked red-faced as well. "Garth does odd jobs
about town for almost everyone. He's a little simple - most
people call him the village idiot - and well, you two did
look quite a lot alike," Moldoon finished, his voice coming
faster.
"What two? What are talking about? Spit it out, man!"
Flint was just angry now.
"The tragedy," Hildy said dully.
Moldoon wrung his hands and finally said, "I'm sorry,
Flint. Garth was the one who found Aylmar dead at the
forge one month ago."
Chapter 3
The Terms
Thee general looked over the smoldering city below
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