Phantom Hollow ausbessern

silent, and then her voice, warm sugared water poured over the frost-sliced roots of a tree. mahler frowned, for in her state she certainly seemed to have been away a good deal of time. neverwinter was not a name he recalled; blame the first stirrings of age in his memory.
but whatever had gone on with the woman, and wherever she had come from, neither mattered. the gargoyle glanced around at their empty settings, and then back to the stranger. "it has been a long vhile since you have eaten," mahler observed, charcoal ears flicking forward. "can you valk?"