Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

the woman laughed again, but she and the brindled man did not give fight. the gargoyle crowded behind them as they departed, snapping at the empty air once, twice, once they had left the boundaries of the bypass. "dumme, unhöfliche narren," mahler griped to no one in particular.
"if they return, they vill be treated to another thing." he set his eyes toward astraeus and softened, encouraging the young man in having joined them at the borders. and then to wylla, her single, beautiful eye, hardened in ferocity for their borders.
"i am going to finish this patrol." the invitation to join him was clear. by and by mahler stalked away, still put out and thrumming with the ebb of war's promise.