The Tangle breathe

wylla was leaving wylla was going to leave wylla would be gone
"who knows vhy," mahler responded roughly, more than he had meant. a moment's regret and then it hardened in his heart. "go back and tell your leaders parley. do not come beyond this mess, and sagtannet vill not go beyond it ourselves."
he did not like being reminded of his debts;
she was going to leave
mahler wished to owe no beast ever again.
"so now it is over, alarian," and mahler turned his wide shoulders, beginning to trudge off the way that he had bludgeoned into the tangle unless the rusalkan stopped him.