Broken Boulder blutzahn

a satisfied sound in his chest. "a long time of learning to save myself after a fight." without a pack or a wife, how would a young traveller understand what he must do to avoid the creeping infection? but mahler was determined to accept his ageing; he would not pepper arcas with the meandering stories of a man past his prime.
his hide, littered with scars; the tracery of them upon his face. vaguely mahler touched tonguetip to his chin, and grief raced through him to remember the moment he had received them from wylla. 
"how did you come by the vound? these savage trees," he suggested, referring to the cruel winding of thorns through the bracken.