Duck Lake dorn zunge

it took some time for the woman to answer, and in those moments, mahler quietly contemplated how long it had been since the stranger had died in the waters, what sort of creature it had been before its death.
”i do,” he answered in his usual clipped way when she invited his thoughts upon the matter. ”it vould be unsanitary to leave him here, ja?” the gargoyle suggested, glancing to his companion.