Noctisardor Bypass ungnädig

"i am a healer," he said softly, though he did not wish to give away the majority of the skills known to rivenwood. "and a traveller, if more information from roundabout would be useful."
something in mahler broke then. he lifted his gaze from the face of the legion-wolf and looked round at the bypass, the land he had long loved and long craved. why should he barter for it? 
what could be gained through word that could not be gleaned by deed? mahler stepped back. "i vill trouble you no longer. perhaps after the vinter ve vill have an accord."
a nod, and then the gargoyle was moving away abruptly, chased by anger, misery, and the feeling of weakness that was beginning to be his greatest lot.