Redsand Canyon düster

consumed by his own thoughts, mahler was transported to the present by the brush of stone against his flank. a jut protruding from the arcing boundary of the cavern.
he was alone it seemed, and the open space swirled with a thick flurries of snow compounded the ghastly feeling that remained in his soul.
vision blurred; eyes narrowed as the general considered his plight. but before a further step could be taken, andraste unfurled from the shapeless morass.
for a moment he was seized by a mad blend of sorrow and dread to think that the fairy-regent had found him wandering here.
but as the spectre drifted, mahler saw that the gait was not the same, nor the the small plush frame.
another of her courtiers, the general decided, chuffing through the silent gloom to announce himself before the stranger was startled.