They had finally reached the hall of the Gargoyles after quite a long journey. Made all the longer by Alan's slower gait. However, the yehxil proved his stamina by completing the journey.
“Blackrock, Chief of the gargoyles and Guardian of the Lost Door,” the guard announced as Dakota and Alan approached the throne. Then he saluted, turned smartly on his bare heel and left.
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Chief Blackrock lived up to his name far too well for Dakota’s liking. The dark-skinned gargoyle seemed to have a scowl permanently etched upon his long, scarred face, and his broad shoulders were thrown back to make himself seem even taller than he was. Looking down from a seat of glistening obsidian inset with rubies, Blackrock regarded his visitors while holding a silver warhammer that looked too heavy to lift from the ground.
“It took you two long enough to arrive. Maury should have had that note in your hands weeks ago, Alan,” the chief began.
“He’s not known for reliability,“ the old archaeologist shrugged, “And it took Dakota here a day’s brooding to decide whether to come or not.”
Dakota glared at his companion but bit back what he longed to say.
“The ‘lost door’ of our legends has, we believed, been found. My people know how to work stone, but we have never worked to preserve it before, and what is beyond the door is too important to lose. You two will oversee the excavation to be sure that nothing is damaged,” Blackrock declared, and it was clear by his tone that refusal was not an option.
“And what are we looking for?” Dakota asked, “You like rubies, I see.”
“A repository of some sort. Knowledge, magic, weapons -- we don’t know for sure. But it must be unearthed and guarded and studied. I’ll take you to the site.” And Blackrock hefted his hammer, pushed right past Dakota and Alan, and led the way down through the palace out to the quarry itself.
“So where is this dig site?” Dakota demanded. He saw a beautifully worked city, certainly, but nothing to denote any digging going on. No areas were roped off, no grids built…
“Raimia leads the gurahdia and has been working with her magic to pinpoint where to start. In the meantime, you two will stay in the palace. Explore if you wish, and be ready tomorrow.” The chief's word was final, so Alan and Dakota set to retire for the evening. Seeing the city tomorrow in full light would have to be enough for now.
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