Sawtooth Spire and i'd call you atlas

melkor, having little to no experience dealing with kids — at least ones that weren't his own and even then his time spent traveling with q had been brief — he doesn't pause to think that while trying to be inclusive to their young companion that he might be applying too much pressure. ears cup forth as stag drawls out a 'umm' in contemplation and feels his head nod in approval of 'windholme'. the second option given is amusing, if only because it also reminds the tundrian of mahler's accent; though because he doesn't know mahler that well he hides his laugher in a slow smirk. ❝i like windholme. it fits.❞ melkor offers his opinion, before turning glacial gaze to mahler.