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by the count of years, wintersbane was the younger of the pair. but as bitterness swelled in the deep tones, and as mahler caught the notes of pain caught amid the deep flare of nostalgia. guilt. regret. mahler wondered what courtfall had meant for the warrior. what it had meant to be stripped of a title so harshly.
it was more than glory that seemed to drive the other. mahler had not a doubt within his mind that wintersbane had been king before his time in the vale. love then, and he thought of her with a dull ache in his breast.
but she did not come to word. "i vill listen to you vhenever these thoughts come to pass, my friend," for maybe that now was what the embittered fighter found upon sagtannet: companionship.
and he would offer it always.