Redsand Canyon vernarbung

mahler was rendered silent. his lavender eyes filled with sympathy. "i am sorry to hear that," the gargoyle said softly. "i hope that you do not believe it vas in any vay your fault." he paused, unsure of how to proceed as he did not wish to seem condescending.
"i lost ... ah, children. to a fever." mahler's mouth felt numb as he said it. "these things shape and inform us as healers of the future."
the doktor cleared his throat. "the hollow vere my vife and i have settled is home to a poppy field. i vould like to establish trade between us for the medicine vhen it comes ripened."