Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

his mouth quirked at her comment. the girl might have born the appearance of his fellow eisen, but that was where the similiarities ended. she was racuous, amusing, playful. "i am mahler, one of your father's co-leaders." perhaps he had been mentioned in passing, perhaps not; it mattered little to the gargoyle.
had he told anyone his first name? he could not remember.
his attention was trained upon a dark shape trailing beneath the waters; he flicked a charcoal ear but was otherwise silent, wanting to see what the thrall would do.