Noctisardor Bypass change on the rise

Acknowledging Mahler’s words quietly, Argent studied the man, having never known the dark gargoyle to have had children. I’d like to meet them, he responded, not considering the topic could be sensitive in nature. 

He stopped along the border, nosing at an older scent that caused his brow to furrow, his eyes shifting to the man. Badger, he believed, but he spoke nothing. It remained stale, and in his mind simply meant an eye could be kept out. Instead, their focus shifted to Mahler’s own experiences, and surprise flickered only briefly in the stoical man’s vision  as he considered. I would enjoy learning many things. He had never considered medicinal knowledge before—but he did not find the thought unappealing.