Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

dead.
mahler grew tense, silent; he stared upon the man who had loved her after, and saw in the mournful eyes an aggrieved but true affection. and so andraste at the end of her days had finally found a man who might return the sick-sweet curlings of her tongue, her lusts, her cloying needs.
clutched with an unexpected ache, mahler swallowed, dipped his head to melkor.
"i knew her as ... beneath another name."
andraste, at the last he had loved.
"i am sorry also." tied tongue; he knew not what else he might say.