Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

his humour had not landed. for stag — mahler himself was consumed with mirth at the image he found so bizarre. his great inward laughter was evidenced only by a pair of contented blinks, and then he moved on. "they vill be old enough for it sooner than any of us realize."
"have you ever thought of being a scout, stag?" the gargoyle inquired gently. "you are fast and kind. it might interest you."