Noctisardor Bypass the brave little tailor

thade's pain became his own; mahler's countenance shifted briefly toward something more worried. he examined the lifted leg in a brisk silence, and then nodded toward his boy. "these are hard lessons to learn." he wanted to fill with anger, to ask who had done this and what had happened, but it would not do for the feathering of this first meet.
"komm mit mir," mahler instructed, bidding his returned child to lean upon him. "i vill take you to the place vhere i keep the medicines." what sort of tragedy had befallen thade? the gargoyle was displeased to recognize the sensation leaping within as panic; he tamped it down and set a slow pace for them both. "how did you come by this injury?" had it to do with this destroyed trust?