Sawtooth Spire siedlung

the boy was young, but swift. mahler had indeed envisioned this a fortress, and his solemn features were crossed with a warmer light.
"yes. those stone spires below vill hold off attack, should ve come to it." 
lavender eyes flicked to the boy, then to the stone teeth. "i vill need patrols down there sometime. but for now, stag, ve find the edges of the mountain and ve make it our own."