Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

a huge man, andraste's scent tied tightly into his withers, his stance, his very countenance. so. was this with whom mahler had been so swiftly replaced? nares flared, but there was something here, something amiss.
"your queen, is she present?" he asked. no words for why he had been so compelled to seek out the woman, but she had left so soon after their meet, abruptly.
damn the last needled bit of care in his soul for the succubus. not love she had drawn from him, but energies, dizzied pleasures — mahler cut away his thoughts and waited.