Noctisardor Bypass I'm going to tear this city down without you.

the lake too beckoned the father.
was he this, any longer? astraeus had returned to his post, while phaedra and ciri had clung to their own company. thade had not made another return, and elke — thoughts of his lost daughter only tightened the man's jawline with grief.
ciri was here, wreathed in the fresh scent of blood. mahler gave she and her quarry an approving look, before settling upon his haunches nearby. 
if the spectre of guilt clung to him now, it was over laurel.
"fine hunting," the gargoyle remarked. "rivenvood is stronger for your presence here."