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

mahler would have been dumbstruck at stag's assessment of him, but perhaps age and stubbornness pulled a veil over one's eyes. "i think your life has been largely unsettled," the shadowpriest commented frankly. eyes trained upon the drifting herd, but his heart was no longer upon the hunt.
stare reverted to the young man once more. "it is normal to feel such vays, i think," mahler went on, though his sense of discomfort was beginning to quell his initial passion. a pause to clear his throat. "and vether or not you vish to vander, it is a time that comes for all men. perhaps the intersection is ... difficult."