Sawtooth Spire Minuet

i'm so sorry for the wait on this.

wintersbane is glad that reiko's done well for herself, an assumption made as she admits that she's to be empress. she was a kind soul — helping a stranger when she had no reason to. at the mention of northstar vale, wintersbane visibly winces; blanches. his ears flutter back to cup against his skull and his expression morphs into one of stone. his own aversion to the territory where courtfall crumbled to ruins, where andraste's body was laid to rest should not affect anyone else's view of the territory. still, he wants to tell her that it's cursed. to warn her. mahler takes the lead in the conversation as wintersbane closes like a clam, jaw sewn tightly together by barbed wire.

there is a grave there. relatively fresh. i only ask that it not be disturbed. not that, mind, there was anything he could do about it. if it was disturbed already, he'd rather not know. it was a personal request and not one that had anything to do with their alliance but mahler had asked the main question to encourage reiko to speak of what she was looking for and wintersbane sees no reason to parrot what the gargoyle has already inquired.