Chapter 29

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I was up on the roof of the Narimac, talking to the gargoyles.

They weren't employees. They were bound to the building, by an incredibly powerful spell. But it was finite; it would expire one day. Until then, they were compelled to protect the Narimac, and do the bidding of the owner. Me, or Sylvia.

But the spell couldn't hold them, if I ordered them to go more than three hundred yards away.

- "It's prolly 500." said Thaak, the male. "But you shouldn't risk that. You never know."

It was Sylvia who'd told me how the pair of gargoyles were ensorcelled, magically trapped to serve as security for the Narimac.

- "They have 187 years to go." she told me. "Bella paid for the spell. It was set to last for 250 years."

- "Damn." I said. "Do they know that? The gargoyles?"

- "Why not ask them?" said Sylvia.

- "They can talk?" I said. Sylvia just gave