Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

he did not know what drew him on.
guilt.
desire.
the horrid crush of some otherwordly sentiment in regards to the elf-queen and her fey court.
sternly he climbed the fineblown slopes and traveled, mountain-goat and grim, to where courtfall lay a verdant gem amid the snows.
and there mahler stopped, there his sides rove for breath but he bellowed all the same into the still-standing air, demanding, commanding, a king terrible as the one she had made consort here.