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Fortunately, my crew is a bunch of early risers, and I didn't have to bang on everyone’s door at the c***k of, well before dawn really, to get them up. In fact, everybody was downstairs and halfway through their breakfast when I made my way into the kitchen, the gargoyles gamboling about behind me.
Everyone’s eyebrows, or for those that didn't have eyebrows, the flesh above their eyes, rose when I entered the room, as I knew they would. The medieval woman, Benyst’s mom, had told me the Challenge would be horseback riding and the gargoyles had taken that to heart, big time. Brog had unearthed a skintight, neck to ankle black bodysuit from my closet. Over that, Grog had layered a pair of black leather chaps that belted around my waist. My top half was wrapped in bands of light grey sue
