Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

gracious found him wonderful. mahler did not know that the word had ever before been applied to him, and pondered it for a long and lingering moment before he shifted focus to the rest of what the woman was saying. "each of us are all alone, in a vay," the gargoyle responded evasively, then sighed and picked up the path that traveled alongside windholme.
"but i suppose, yes. and i do not understand how it could be so, vhen i am surrounded by those i love and respect, and vhen my children are here."
was there something below that? he did not know, but appreciated the sting of gracious' incisive nature. "it is good to speak vith you, frau. it is good to speak, at all," he went on, rambling, and then cutting it aside, though he remained in a warm thought for gracious and her gentleness toward him. sagtannet grew; it would be well.