Vex continued his wanderings. The problem was, everyone looked the same. Nobody had the words “I am the owner of this institution� written across their shirt. Not that it really mattered. The gargoyle couldn’t read, anyways, beyond a couple of simple words.
He continued looking for the words, sighing despondently. Being a gargoyle sucked. The innkeeper was probably hiding under his or her bed right now, completely unaware that he was tame.
Then he noticed the lady. She was just standing at this counter spot, waiting for something. He thought for a while, wondering what she was doing. Oh…maybe she was waiting for someone. Like a clever, trained, wonderful gargoyle to be her bodyguard from the evil, wet rapists that waited outside in the rain!
She had this really big-as in gigantic- frown plastered on her face. That had to be because she hadn’t found her clever, trained, wonderful gargoyle bodyguard! He walked up to her, giving a little bow that made his joints ache, and said, “Vexatious, ma’am. I’m just what you need. I spent a couple of centuries guarding a mansion on the top of a distant mountain, and then twenty years in an unvisited ruin. You see, I have the professional expertise necessary to guard you from rapists, burglars, murderers, broken china, and feathers.� His ex-owner had hated broken china, and feared feathers. And since she had a lady, all ladies feared feathers and broken china.
(OOC: I don't mind. Sorry it took so long.)
