Ankyra Sound lieder und gesänge

“Kierkegaard,” the old brute returned with a bob of his head. Years had allowed him many chances to speak his name, but it had been a rare chance that he took them. It caused him to wonder if the male he walked alongside had taken a similar choice in holding his given moniker close to his vest, or if Mahler was indeed what he had been called since birth. The ghost would have assumed the latter, given that the newcomer did not seem as though he was keen on verbal tricks. It was this reason that he seemed to take well to Mahler’s presence; verbose gestures were often lost on the mercenary.

Trekking inland, the ghost sniffed out one of the caches he had assisted in filling with fish and small game. The brute poked around in what was left before fixing his companion with a questioning glance. It was as if he was asking, do you prefer fish or rabbit?