Sawtooth Spire zweiter teil

privately, at least for a moment, mahler's thoughts tended the same way. to return here, to begin anew in the ending years of his life. but how could he build something for those that came after if he was not to stay? the coughing rose in his chest, though he rumbled through it more casually this time; it did not sting the man.
this time.
but neither had it gone away. mahler was unsure when he should truly begin to stress himself about his own health, and realized that a doktor often filled his days with patients, at risk to his own lack of nurturing.
the gargoyle, decided, for now, not to think of it. not to live inside a state of denial, as it were, but allowing each day to spell its own future to his observant eye.
and for now, he would devote himself to this quest upon which he and phaedra found themselves.
mahler assumed erroneously that the girl meant stag, for the pale boy had once led her about this place, finding flowers and gardens. it was fitting that sagtannet should remind her now of him, and with a sharp feeling, he wished the son of his kill-brother and his own heart would return.
a new task then. "ve should go and find out!" the man exclaimed gruffly, shaking out his nape and turning his heavy step in that direction, back down from the thin-air reaches into the untamed pine forests and the rock-clefts that had once housed wolves.