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"Blobs really like to stack on top of each other, so I-I guess they do like getting up on top of things...."

Blobbington indeed enjoys the pattings, even nuzzling into Yliss' hand to accept the pats.

"Y-yeah, he's mine. I-I had him in my bag eating s-some garbage and wrapped up in a blanket to keep him warm. H-He must have crawled out in the commotion..."

"fud, yis"

"yis am blobbo, is gibe fud?"

And of course, something unspeakable peers up at Keith, something so utterly dangerous, so stupendous, so fleshmeltingly terrible.

And it wobbles again, munching on what appears to be an apple.

"wao"

Suddenly, one of the sleeping bags on the floor of the wagon shakes.

"U-um....sure, why do you ask?"

"Um....w-well, if it is an ambush, you can handle it, b-but...do you really think a gargoyle can lie all that well?"

The gargoyle, for his part, seems to be humming a tune to himself that sounds mysteriously like, to a savvy Revivian, Waltzing Matilda.

"Our lads are up th' road, campin' up in Sheila Park. If you'd like, me and m' brother could escort ya up there, just like a couple minutes up th' road. No point goin' much further, seein' as the sun's settin' and all that, and we wouldn' want ya freezin' yer arses off with them Falkars lookin' for dinner."