Noctisardor Bypass Do you like it when I'm away?

the wide show of submission coupled with his own realization softened mahler, and he stepped back some feet, allowing the stranger his grace to rise. he would not admit the fault, not when it was in the service of noctisardor.
village. he supposed it was, the strong dorf that had expanded beautifully. and another physician. mahler felt the sting of masculine pride; it was one thing to have worked with speedy and been iana's consistent patient, it was another altogether to have before him a possible replacement.
markings on the pale areas of the other's face. a shading of muted ecru and umber across the pillared figure. not taikon, but still, mahler was reticent.
"vhere on the coasts?" he inquired, voice a polite tone of silver. he would know more of this man before he gave of his own information; he felt it fair. it muddled him a bit, to react in this manner when he had not with ephemeris or argent. but there was reasoning for it, mahler felt.