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mahler turned and put his attention upon the one who had called him. an instinctive guardian instinct flared his hackles to life; for a long moment he only watched the younger, and then, seeing no threat, mahler relaxed. the stranger was still too close to rivenwood, even here in these common lands. unnamed men posed the most danger to newborns.
the gargoyle let out his breath. "may i help you?" he asked quietly, unmoving as an ironbar sentinel.