Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

the stranger lets it be known she can handle disappointment and warsbane simply shrugs; not terribly influenced to feel one way or another by her accepting of his subtle invitation. for they were strangers, after all. his glacial gaze does not leave her, though he is tempted to peek around him at the spires rising towards the heavens once more.

he does not.

i dunno, sighs warsbane. haven't been here long enough to know, and no. i hold no claim over this place.