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kavik. he was impressive, humbled upon their borders but not weak; diplomatic in his brevity. mahler liked him at once, but kept his own features impassive until the man had finished speaking.
a long pause followed, wherein mahler considered that there was no scent of constantine anywhere to be found. this relaxed him somewhat, but the proposal itself was an obstacle to the vision held by himself and his kill-brother.
the gargoyle, however, was conciliatory as well, and straightened after a moment. ”i am mahler. diaspora has no need for alliances, but i am interested in vhat it is that sviftcurrent can offer us, vere ve to entertain yours.”