Errol wasn't actually sure where he ran to; he had lost his train of thought.  "Sorry, sorry" he said.  Suddenly, the inevitable happened.  He heard large wings and a landing behind him; another gargoyle had landed probably wondering what he was doing.<br/><br/>"Hmm, I smell human" the gargoyle questioned.  Errol tried to hide her behind him, but it was no use.  The Gargoyle pointed to the swaddled pet.  "There ... that is your pet?"<br/><br/>Errol didn't quite know what to say; sizing the Gargoyle up, he determined there wasn't much hope.  He was out of options; he couldn't tell her to run, she would just run to her death.  He couldn't fight back, he was no match for the demon.  He couldn't fly away, thanks to lovely Uncle.  He had endangered himself and his gift who didn't want to be a pet.<br/><br/>With everything to lose, he was very succinct.  "Could you help me find a safe place for her, she was taken in the crusades I think."<br/><br/>The bigger demon stepped forward and looked at Amora.  He unfurled his eyes, sniffed the air gently, and put his claws near her.  She cringed, so he moved his talons back.  Then he looked back and forth between Errol and her.  Finally, he addressed Errol.  "You have human blood in you; that is what I smell.  Your not like most demons, whoever you are."  The bigger demon grinned.  "Someone clipped your wings."  He turned to the girl.  "There is only one hope for her if she wants to be free.  Otherwise she will die in this hell hole.  Do you want to discuss it with her privately?"