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mahler's craggy face warmed into something like sunlight upon stone. "i vould," he grunted in return. "vandering is good until you wake vone day and realize you do not know vhere you vill sleep that night. i am in need of night vatchmen. ve have new little vones this season," the gargoyle explained — he thought of laurel 
— of her hot eyes and proclamation toward motherhood 
"and perhaps more to come. but i am just vone man. i could use another, especially vone vith enough energy to fight a wolverine." a quirk of his mouth. mahler swung his head toward rivenwood in invitation. "vhat is your name?"