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mahler nodded. "this vould be very velcome. the healers of duskfire have a personal alliance vith me," he chuckled, thinking of the illness that kukutux had kept at bay. for now. mahler was far too pragmatic to be fully hopeful. he did not know the word sivullik, but found it to be very like the woman and this man alike.
"i hope to see you again, kigipigak. vhen you see heda, please tell her that she is missed in rivenvood." she was safe in the taiga, safer now that he had met this man again. the graf nodded at the tall fighter he had once though to ready for leadership.