Mount Apikuni When I find myself in times of trouble

mahler stopped at once, stepping back several movements with an appeasing swing to his dark plume. "no trouble meant, frau," he assured. there was another scent here, and the gargoyle noted it with a passing mental note.
"forgive me. but if you are vithout shelter, might i offer it?" and he knew how this appeared; he took another backward step, for a strange man appearing from nowhere to proffer what might be needed could instill a sense of suspicion.
but he remembered the creed of diaspora and how it had been practiced within these hillways and stone arches, and how once a band from drageda had sought footing in their land and it had been granted; all the things that had come from that filling his mental tomes.
silence now; he would take his leave if this only gave the watchful woman more reason to fear.