Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"vell, that is because it is my plan," mahler gruffed, aware that anyone else would have sorely vexed him by now. yet despite her criticisms, sarah was pleasant, a fitting challenger for his hungry mind. "then i vill just have to prove you wrong, or right," mahler sighed with faux weariness, before his craggy features lit again with a soft light.
a tremble; he started at it, then stilled himself as a flock of birds took to the air. "even if you do not truly know, you know more than i of vomen and their vays," he suggested, leaping a small space between two stones before his muzzle descended amid them, searching for the hot scent of vole that had suddenly risen.