Thunder Dome well the raven is a wicked bird

perhaps the other now sought to match mahler's own monotone with his own; frustration brewed abruptly in the brute, but he kept it coiled, unwilling to give it voice. "some time, yes. traveling the ranges. i find it quite tedious to vander the same lands alvays." there, now — he had done his part and now hopefully some true conversation would come of it.