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

he was happy to move in silence, carefully choosing the safest path along the mountainside. mahler was sure of his footing, perhaps to a fault; he did not wish to instill this in the younger man. caution before brawn. he did not speak until they had safely reached the foothills of the peak, stepping over the jagged shale that sloped downward into the teeth that wylla so hated.
turning to stag, he gave an encouraging grin. "sagtannet is very large, but the vorld is larger," and here mahler paused to sweep the budding lands with an appreciative eye. it had been some time since his last descent.