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the girl paused when she saw him, and mahler too stopped. stoneflower gaze traced over quellcrist. he had no qualms with her stance outside of the fact that this was not — 
"quellcrist," the gargoyle murmured, closing the distance between them with a perfunctory wave of his tail. "thank you for the things you have brought the children," mahler began conversationally. "are you vell?"