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The gargoyles didn't follow me up the stairs, which was frankly a bit of a relief. I love the little guys, but they were very emotional these days. I just wanted to get in and get out. The sooner I got started on these Challenges the sooner I could take my seat on the Guard. But as I opened my closet and faced the massive amount of clothing I had, I realised that I didn't really know my way around the place. Brog and Grog had always picked clothes for me.
"I thought you could use some help," a small voice said from the doorway, “but if you'd rather be alone, I can go."
I turned and there in the doorway was Brog. He had one little paw wrapped around the door frame, his tiny nails digging ever so slightly into the wood. His head was bowed a bit like a dog that had angered its master, a
