Chapter 22: A Gargoyle Butler Named Marrok
If anyone had asked me what I expected to happen after Vaelory fainted in the middle of the grand hall, a gargoyle picking her up like fine china would not have made the list. But that was exactly what happened.
Zorathys stepped forward, unbothered by the dramatic collapse. He gestured to the gargoyle—the same towering stone figure who had bowed earlier—and finally said, "This is Marrok. He's the butler here."
I couldn't deny it; the name suited him… even if I had no idea what it meant.
Marrok moved with a careful precision that did not match the roughness of his form. His wings shifted just enough to balance his center of gravity as he crouched. He slid an arm beneath Vaelory's shoulders and another beneath her knees, lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather.
