Sawtooth Spire fernweh

the offer was a risk; melkor understands. a risk because he and mahler are practically strangers, a risk because of the rightful uncertainties held on both sides. yet, melkor has always lived by the 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' motive most of his life. the riskiest ventures were usually the best. maybe it would work out and maybe it wouldn't but no one would ever know if it wasn't first tried.

❝from initial impression, i doubt anyone's going to be bothersome neighbors.❞ he says, accepting mahler's offer. while the warlord was no stranger to blood nor battle he cannot help but think that seclusion is a boon. he'd rather not have regular disputes over hunting grounds or pissing contests to see who can chase out who first. a good bit of foundation to start upon, as far as melkor cares to see it.