A lion?! What the hell was a lion doing down here? He was not getting paid enough for this. "Holy shit," he whispered, unable to hold in his reaction. He was already backing away. Did he run? Would it chase him?
"Hey, I think that's... What are those gargoyle things called? Grun... Grondalith?"
"Mel, now is not the time. I think I'm about to get eaten," he hissed.
"No, listen to me! It's a Grondalith!" Melanie insisted, her tone beginning to color with annoyance. "They're made of stone, and they don't eat. They just... guard stuff. I think if you get away from whatever it's protecting, it'll leave you alone."
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