Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

he did not like the sound of her voice, the grate of it. the but the fight had all but gone out of mahler as he at last noticed astraeus. fighting the blanch that threatened to clamber beneath his charcoal coat, lavender eyes fastened with an aloof thoughtfulness upon the first pair.
while he had been disinclined to violence by their numbers, he further dismissed it after seeing the boy. scarred though he may be, astraeus was still a child. mahler would not place him directly into danger with more poor decisions. "there vas a voman here who meant to claim these cliffs through blood. i cannot allow that so close. not a second time."
more than he wished to allude; it was of the canyon wolves who had first driven them from sawtooth for which he meant his referral, but mahler would speak no more on that particular subject. these did not seem so warhungry, only travelworn and with a practiced eye for conflict. and he himself, hypervigilant. 
"the choice to fight does not only belong to me, but it will be pressed harder if you seek to move avay from the cliffs," he warned. he did not yet dare to hope for a peace — not yet. lilacstone stare upon the wartorn woman.