Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

mahler blinked, but said nothing as the woman spat ugly words and turned to depart. he doubted her, however; thorn was a strong beast, and there was no reason to invite strife unless he challenged constantine for his place at swiftcurrent's helm.
the wraith in question drew forth with burning eyes, speaking the gargoyle's name. while mahler saw no reason to submit, he did not flaunt himself or his presence before the regent, remaining neutral. "constantine."
"thorn is mine. i came merely to see vhat amusements he had found himself here." direct, simple; he himself had not come to do the same, though the dragoness' scent remained in the air, tantalizing.