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

the tension lifted, and with it came more words, and a language that mahler did not recall having heard before. so he too was a traveller, the careful man before him. more than careful, perhaps constrained by fear. it was satisfying, somehow, to know that he still engendered such in others.
mahler chided himself for these base feelings.
redfield. he had no recollection of this name, and lifted the veil of hard scrutiny with a lash of his own plume. "this is rivenvood. i am its graf, mahler." another doctor. "vhat is your focus of expertise in medicine?" the shadowpriest asked next.
an easier tactic than before.
wary, but not to a degree where he would impose further upon this mateo and his wanderings.