Larksong Grotto prüfung

astraeus was suddenly quite attentive, and mahler suddenly quite distracted from his quarry. wintersbane. where had the man gone? mahler still believed it was the power of that season which drew the aloof northerner from his post. perhaps he had found the bonds of family beyond sagtannet too precious to leave.
for that, the gargoyle could not judge him — and he had never been angry with his former co-leader. the loss of stigmata had lodged in him, inspired such a reaction. "i suppose that is very possible." he had never known the boy's father, nor agana herself. pregnant one morning, delivered of a child the next, gone in the the last. not happy enough to remain; perhaps she grieved the elf. perhaps wintersbane did also. 
but she had left astraeus within sagtannet. he would thrive in the stones of his land even if agana had departed, and it had been so. the man focused upon the animal again, eyeing the path of his own trajectory. with a glance to the child, mahler was off, gathering speed beneath his powerful bulk as the beast saw him only in the last second, and stumbled its first step away.