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ingram did what he did best (besides being naturally annoying) -- he remained silent, watching mahler carefully for cues. he kept his posture borderline neutral -- though he was ready at any moment to drive the stranger from their lands if the gargoyle decreed it.

he had not forgotten the male's irate manner, nor his frosty reception -- he focused keenly on the tundrian as he struggled to speak, mentioning in fragmented words something about 'brother' and sister. ingram did not bother to hide his lingering suspicion; it was plain as snow on the tip of a mountain, as evident as sun after a rainy spell -- but for now he kept his opinions unspoken.