Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

not in the least put out by the gargoyle's succinct nature, the woman looked at him knowingly, her words floating through his consciousness as he sought to build replies. effortless she spoke to him, a perfect stranger, even mentioning her son as if mahler had ever known him. the wretch was rather charmed by her immediate familarity, and gave to the runde mutter more words than he usually did.
"not allergic. i vant to put by a store of medicine for the vinter." mahler paused, a wry tic that could almost be called a smile softening his implacable face. "no corpse here, frau." presently he glanced round and then back at his oddly affable companion. "from vhere did you come?"