Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

jigsaw, as the male called himself, presented no obstacle to mahler's acceptance of him. deferential, but the gargoyle remained silent a long swathe of moments.
it was not only the mountains that beckoned, it was the promise of the season to come. could he trust this oddly spotted man to respect the edict of the leadership during the time of transition.
lavender stare burned toward the loner; all at once mahler straightened, the lines of his body softening minutely. 
"i vill velcome you as our geist," the general invited. "after you have settled, perhaps tomorrow, i vould like you to set out and check the perimeter of this hollow for landslides or the falling of rocks."
no need to flaunt his rank now; jigsaw had proven his respect, and now mahler only waited to hear the answer.