Arrow Lake Some can take it or leave it

with malady occurring in their encampment, mahler did not stray far. once more stigmata was distant, but not so as he was before; the kill-brothers regularly communed
it was mahler who answered the formal call at the borders, damp from a splash through the lake before appearing before the pair: a stalwart ursine of a wolf and his more lithe companion. both held themselves regally at the scentline, and the gargoyle flicked his gaze over them for only a moment before he spoke.
”i am mahler, diaspora’s kapitän. vhat can i do for you?”