Arrow Lake sturm und drang

"then you shall have it," mahler determined, touched by the firmness in tahani's hesitant tongue. "and i, in turn, vould like very much to learn vhatever you might see fit to teach me." the art of healing was never finished, was never over — there were always new plants to know, to catalogue, to test.
with a brief bit of chagrin, mahler realized he did not remember his own mother well. shameful in a way, the shadowpriest supposed, but there was nothing to be done about it now. "it is good that you have come here. i know takiyok suffered greatly not knowing vether you lived or not."