Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

praimfaya stood smartly before him and gave a winning report. mahler had not thought there were so many names for places he did not know, but somehow he envisioned them. killdeer rest was near to rivenwood. so she had been so far, and yet wisely did not include it before him. cunning? spite? mannerliness? mahler questioned it all and then lay it aside for the present.
"good," he favored her. "it vill be helpful to rivenvood." and now the hour of the test he had weighed on and off during his travels. her strength. his own. her strength; pitted one day against the ageing man that sensed a desire in praimfaya to be better.
"i vant to offer you a place there. take it if you vish."